[Intro - Female] Quiet morning after nobody is going anywhere [Verse 1 - Female rap] The ads started before the sun, phones lighting up with sales We left ours face down. Quiet morning after details like leftover pie under foil and a house that sounds new because it is empty in the kind way, not the blue His socks on the tile, my shirt from last night Quiet morning after. No parade, no fight for a parking space. I used to think the day after meant run back to the city, back to the list, back to the someone I perform for. Today I perform for the coffee and the man who did not ask if I wanted to go shopping He asked if I wanted the last of the cranberry cold Quiet morning after. That is the story I will hold when November gets thinner. Not the table. The dawn after the table, when the need to impress is gone [Pre-Chorus - Female sung] No stores no rush just a kitchen and this hush [Verse 2 - Male country] I have spent this morning in lines and in traffic This year I spent it watching her look at the attic light coming through the window over the sink Quiet morning after. I did not think a holiday could have a better second act than the first. Then the house went still and the fact of her still being here outran every deal on a screen. I poured coffee. I let the morning heal from all that talking. Quiet morning after is a gift you do not wrap. You just live it if you lift the foil and share the pie standing up like kids She laughed at the hour. I laughed at what we did not do. We did not leave. We did not spend anything but time. That is the better end [Pre-Chorus - Male sung] No stores no list just a morning I do not want to miss [Chorus - Both] Quiet morning after the house on its own Two cups, one window and a love that has grown out of the noise into this thin gold Quiet morning after the only thing I hold is you in a shirt and a day with no plan Quiet morning after I know who I am when nobody is watching and the world wants a sale Quiet morning after we already have the grail [Verse 3 - Female rap] I can hear a neighbor's car and I do not envy the trip Quiet morning after is a different kind of rich Pie for breakfast, his shoulder, the radio low if we even turn it on. Most likely no I used to need motion to prove I was alive This morning I need stillness and the will to survive my own habit of leaving before the good part stays Quiet morning after. Rewrite the phrase It is not leftover. It is the main event It is the proof the holiday was not only spent on other people. It was also spent on us Quiet morning after. That is the plus [Verse 4 - Male country] We can wash the last tin later. We can watch the light move Quiet morning after is the only proof I need to prove this season was not a visit. It was a claim She is still here. Call it by its real name Not a guest night. Not a costume. Not a maybe Quiet morning after. Coffee, pie, and the baby steps of a life that starts when the relatives go I want that life. I want her to know without a speech that scares the morning off the sill Quiet morning after. Stay. Be still [Chorus - Both, bigger] Quiet morning after the house on its own Two cups, one window and a love that has grown out of the noise into this thin gold Quiet morning after the only thing I hold is you in a shirt and a day with no plan Quiet morning after I know who I am when nobody is watching and the world wants a sale Quiet morning after we already have the grail [Bridge - Trade then Both] [Female] Leave the phone [Male] Leave the list [Female] Leave the pie [Male] Leave the kiss [Both] Quiet morning after we do not owe the day a single errand if we choose to stay [Verse 5 - Trade] [Female] Tell me this morning is the one you wanted most [Male] Tell me the quiet is the reason I can host a life with you in it when the calendar turns thin [Female] Quiet morning after—say we begin [Male] We begin. We already did. That is the hymn [Final Chorus - Both, loudest] Quiet morning after the house on its own Two cups, one window and a love that has grown out of the noise into this thin gold Quiet morning after the only thing I hold is you in a shirt and a day with no plan Quiet morning after I know who I am when nobody is watching and the world wants a sale Quiet morning after we already have the grail [Outro - Both] Foil on the pie phones on the chair quiet morning after we are still there
