The Great Indoors

 

Step up to rain pressing on the the widowpane

It won’t stop and let you explain

It’s a shame

Inside it’s as warm as a rising melody

Temporarliy

It’s a guilded age

 

Shoes for slippers, news delivered

Spend the day asleep

Let these showers

Mask the hours

Make them last the whole week

 

For we’re sleeping in Saturday

Don’t think too hard about it

And were sleeping in Saturday

It feels alright

 

The second month, the second day

But it’s too cold to show our shadows anyway

Let’s both explore the great indoors

Where you’re all mine and I’m all yours

 

You see right through my duplicity

To words of me on the page

And happenstance is not romance

But loneliness just aches

 

I had the sense this was an accident

Just coincidence, a mistake

But now I see that it was meant to be

Call it destiny, call it fate

 

For when, on the day I was born

You came and you filled the silence

Then on the day I was born

You eased my mind

 

The second month, the second day

But it’s too cold to show our shadows anyway

Let’s both explore the great indoors

Where you’re all mine and I’m all yours