[Intro, nylon guitar] [Verse 1] The washing spins behind the glass, Your sleeve is tangled up with mine. We spend our change on bitter coffee, And watch the buses miss their time. [Chorus] On a borrowed afternoon, With nothing left to prove, The sun gets halfway round the room Before we think to move. [Verse 2] You fold the sheets against your chest, I never get the corners right. We carry summer up the staircase, Warm cotton, dust and yellow light. [Chorus] On a borrowed afternoon, With nothing left to prove, The sun gets halfway round the room Before we think to move. [Instrumental, guitar] [Bridge] I used to count the days like this As days that slipped away. Now I leave the window open, And let the washing wait. [Final chorus, soft harmony] On a borrowed afternoon, With nothing left to prove, The sun gets halfway round the room Before we think to move. [End]
