Balham Rise

Oh, what tangled sheets we wove
Open the oven door, heat from the stove
Fills the kitchen
Standing barefoot I listen
The lady upstairs fills the bath
Mmmmmmmhmmm
You left earlier on your own
Turn the hot water, hear the piping groan
And the pilot strike the wheels of your bike
Left lines in the frost on the path
Lines in the frost on the path
See my breath, can’t feel my ears
See my breath, can’t feel my ears
Seems like it’s been cold for years
In here
Cold feet at the sink, grey daydream
Water boils, the kettle screams steam
And the windows haze up
Milk storms in a teacup
The morning routine is relieving
Mmmmmmmhmmm
You always leave the warmest scent
You whispered and kissed me before you went
Something I didn’t catch, just your key in the latch
And I only like that in the evening
I only like that in the evening
See my breath, can’t feel my ears
See my breath, can’t feel my ears
Seems like it’s been cold for years
In here