[Verse 1] Monday lays its cool hand on the kitchen tile The kettle takes its time, so do I A sock slips down the hall beneath the door Nothing urgent waiting on the other side [Chorus] I care around nothing this morning Let the small hours carry their own weight Your cup is turned upside down beside mine We can leave the day outside the gate [Verse 2] The bread goes brown at the very edge A pale square of sun moves over the chair You ask if I’m worried; I say, not today There’s room in this quiet for both of us here [Chorus] I care around nothing this morning Let the small hours carry their own weight Your cup is turned upside down beside mine We can leave the day outside the gate [Outro] No grand plan, no reason to run Just your sleeve brushing mine And Monday taking its time
