Verse 1

Somewhere a window holds the afternoon

The kind of light that doesn't ask for anything

A cup left on the counter, still half warm

The hours moving through without a name

Verse 2

We were here but didn't say so

Busy in the small mechanics of the day

The radiator clicked, the ceiling held

Nothing broke and nothing pulled away

Bridge

This is also a kind of living —

The unremarkable, the in-between

The grocery list, the slow commute

The things that happen without being seen

We moved through rooms and didn't document it

Let the Tuesday just be what it was

Outro

The dishwasher finishes its cycle

Somewhere a dog barks once and stops

The afternoon folds into evening

No one marked it

But it was ours

How did it make you feel?

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