[Lyrics:] Mommy’s hands are smaller now Daddy’s voice is lower too The clock keeps counting something soft That no one ever taught us to One day the kitchen will be still The car will sit without a key We’ll fold their shirts into a box And wonder what they meant by “we” The house will smell like dust and soap The photographs will start to fade We’ll learn the word “estate” too soon And practice being unafraid …but we are still afraid
