[Intro — immediate intimate singing; bright four-note guitar motif] Nothing much to tell Everything to miss [Two-bar pickup — melodic bass and light live drums] [Verse 1 — clear, conversational soprano] The fan kept turning toward the wall We took turns pulling it around You cut my fringe above the sink We laughed until we both sat down Our little patch of rented grass Two towels drying on the fence You said, “We’ll go somewhere next year” I said, “Somewhere that makes more sense” [Pre-Chorus — melody rises; bass moves upward] When anybody asked us We’d shrug and say, “Not much” We never thought to call it Anything like luck [Chorus — wide guitars; simple, expansive melody] The year we did nothing I remember all of it Nothing much to tell Everything to miss We kept saying, “One day” With the whole day on our hands The year we did nothing Can we do that year again? [Post-Chorus — descending melody; guitar answers] Nothing much to tell Everything to miss [Verse 2 — gentle forward motion; tambourine enters] You worked the late shift down the road I’d leave the hallway light on low You’d bring the bread they couldn’t sell We’d eat it standing in our coats Now everyone has somewhere else A different town, a different clock We spend a month picking a day And half of us can’t make it work [Pre-Chorus — quieter opening; drums build gently] You sent a picture Tuesday The haircut and the sink I heard the laugh before I saw The message underneath [Chorus — fuller bass and drums; same-voice doubles on key lines] The year we did nothing I remember all of it Nothing much to tell Everything to miss We kept saying, “One day” With the whole day on our hands The year we did nothing Can we do that year again? [Instrumental — eight bars; guitar motif expands into a lyrical lead, warm analog pad underneath] [Bridge — strip to voice and fingerpicked guitar] I don’t want my old life back That room was cold, the roof still leaked I just miss how seeing you Was something I could do all week [Two-bar lift — drums return softly] Before we had to find a day Before we had so much to say [Final Chorus — warmer harmony; strongest clear vocal, no belting] The year we did nothing I remember all of it Nothing much to tell Everything to miss Let’s stop saying, “One day” I’ve got Sunday afternoon We don’t have to do a thing I just want to sit with you [Outro — original guitar motif; close, smiling vocal] Nothing much to tell Everything to miss [Short pause] Come round I’ll leave the light on [Natural guitar decay]
