She wakes up, just before the
day
She makes up and gets on her way
She moves around the house, in
her silent creep
A quiet as a mouse, to not disturb
his sleep
Until I am able to see your face
once more
Won’t you kiss me as you walk
out the door?
He comes round when the alarm
bells play
Stumbles into life in the
regular way
He pours a cup, like the rest of
the town
He’s up when they are up and
down when they’re down
He starts to dream of home by
about four
When he can kiss her as he walks
through the door
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