[Intro - Male] Pie tins in the sink the house finally exhales [Verse 1 - Male country] Everybody left with foil and a second wave of thank yous Door closed, TV off, only the two of us and the residue of a holiday that did its job and then went quiet Pie tins in the sink like a silver little riot of crust and what is left when the talking goes home I run the water. She leans on the counter. We own this kitchen for an hour that does not belong to family Just dishes and a girl who looks like she could handle me in the ordinary. No audience. No extra chair to fill Pie tins in the sink. I could leave them. I will wash a few because the night feels better with a task that is small. She picks up a towel. I do not ask her to. She does it anyway. That is the whole song two people in a kitchen after the crowd is gone [Pre-Chorus - Male sung] Let the tins soak let the house rest this is the part I like the best [Verse 2 - Female rap] I thought the holiday ended when the last uncle drove off Then the sink filled up and the real evening took off its costume. Pie tins in the sink, coffee gone cold I am still here. That is the story I was not told I would get when I walked in with store-bought rolls City girl, county kitchen, same quiet that holds more than the noise did. I dry what he washes I talk less. I mean more. The feeling lodges in the stainless and the window over the yard Pie tins in the sink. Love looking ordinary and hard in the good way. Nobody scoring the look on my face I can be tired. I can take up space in a house that is not mine and still not feel like theft Pie tins in the sink. This is what is left when the performance ends. I want this leftover light [Pre-Chorus - Female sung] Let the tins soak let the night thin this is the part I want to live in [Chorus - Both] Pie tins in the sink proof the day was real Crumbs on the counter and a love you can feel without a speech without a crowd Pie tins in the sink and we are allowed to be quiet to be done performing Pie tins in the sink the holiday transforming into two people and a faucet on low If this is the after I do not want to go [Verse 3 - Male country] I have washed these tins a dozen years alone This year her hip bumps mine and the kitchen is a home in a way it was not at noon. Pie tins in the sink are just aluminum. They are also the link between the loud table and the life I want next She hums something I do not know. I do not correct the tune. I let her have the room. I let the water run Pie tins in the sink until the work is done enough. We can leave the rest. We can take the couch The night does not need to be finished to count [Verse 4 - Female rap] I used to think romance was a reservation and a dress This is better. This is pie tins and a mess I am willing to stand in. This is a man who stays after the guests leave and still looks at me the same way he did under the lights and in the leaf pile and the smoke Pie tins in the sink. I do not need a speech or a joke I need this. The ordinary after the feast I need the proof that I am not only good in the heat of a holiday. I am good in the cleanup too Pie tins in the sink. I choose you in the fluorescent kitchen with my sleeves rolled That is the vow. That is the gold [Chorus - Both, bigger] Pie tins in the sink proof the day was real Crumbs on the counter and a love you can feel without a speech without a crowd Pie tins in the sink and we are allowed to be quiet to be done performing Pie tins in the sink the holiday transforming into two people and a faucet on low If this is the after I do not want to go [Bridge - Trade then Both] [Male] Leave a tin [Female] Leave the light [Male] Leave the water [Female] Leave the night [Both] Pie tins in the sink we can finish in the morning the house is ours without a warning [Verse 5 - Trade] [Male] Tell me you like the quiet more than the room at noon [Female] Tell me the quiet is the reason I will be back soon [Male] Pie tins in the sink—say this counts as the day [Female] It counts. It is the day. That is all I have to say [Final Chorus - Both, loudest] Pie tins in the sink proof the day was real Crumbs on the counter and a love you can feel without a speech without a crowd Pie tins in the sink and we are allowed to be quiet to be done performing Pie tins in the sink the holiday transforming into two people and a faucet on low If this is the after I do not want to go [Outro - Both] Water off tins still there kitchen dim we are still here
