[Intro | Fingerpicked clean electric alone, Rhodes swells in, bass and kick at bar four] [Verse 1 | Female lead — sighed-into onset, close-mic, single, dry] Frost on the cold frames, March won't let go You're out in the far rows counting what didn't grow I hand you the clipboard, careful with my sleeve We talk about the peonies, the only thing we grieve The customers all smile at us, they think we're still a pair The lady with the lilacs asks how long we've been there [Chorus | Female lead — air thinning as she pushes, trio stacked behind, warmer room] You take the morning, I take the close Same gate, same keys, same dirt on our clothes Same wind through the doors when the truck runs late Same sign by the road with both our names We keep the same hours We just don't keep each other [Verse 2 | Male tenor — mask-forward and bright, pushing ahead, room mic, rawer] Your writing's still on all the seed drawer tags Foxglove and sweet pea on little paper flags I swear I'll print new ones, I never do I'm cutting back the roses harder than they need me to You laugh with a stranger out there by the till Tell me how you do it, 'cause I'm not over it still [Chorus | Female lead — air thinning, male tenor answering high, doubled harmonies] You take the morning, I take the close Same gate, same keys, same dirt on our clothes Same wind through the doors when the truck runs late Same sign by the road with both our names We keep the same hours We just don't keep each other [Break | Band drops out, only Rhodes and acoustic guitar, room audible] [Bridge | Female contralto — chest-anchored, clean struck onset, single mic, intimate] Nobody tells you the hard part Isn't the leaving, it's staying on Handing each other the hose in July Being kind about it, kind for so long Maybe someday one of us will sell Till then I'll see you here at eight [Final Chorus | Female lead + Female contralto + Male tenor — full trio, sandy edge rising, wide] You take the morning, I take the close Same gate, same keys, same dirt on our clothes Same wind through the doors when the truck runs late Same sign by the road with both our names We keep the same hours We just don't keep each other [Tag | Female lead — air thinning to a whisper, harmonies fading] We keep the same hours We just don't keep each other [Outro | Clean electric figure and Rhodes trade, drums ease out, bass rings] [End]
