Slowly

Roadtrips and picnics
Cups filled with gin
Date nights and nights with friends ordering in
Games of articulate we'd always in
Slowly my heart's allowed someone back in

Dancing at weddings
Feet black and blue
Held my hand home
In the other my shoes
Asked if you're the plus one
That I'll always choose
Slowly your heart has become mine to lose

We've moved in the boxes
There's a new set of keys
Hold on to those shoes
Cos I don't have cold feet
There's noone with whom
I would rather complete
Slowly our hearts have a home fit for kings

Yet I fear in dark moments
What if this was to end
And I'd find myself dining for one once again
If I take this for granted
If it's gone it's a sin
And I'm back in the clubs
In the queues to get in
I may fabricate things
That fill me with dread
You say we go together
Like a needle and thread
With a whisper to myself
You're too good to be mine
I slowly remember that everything's fine



Credits
Writer(s): Katharine Timoney
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