The Sunday Sway Version 2

[Intro]

(Ooh)

(Mmm)

[Verse 1]

The linoleum is cold under my bare heels

but your hands are warm on my lower back

Twenty-five winters have passed since we started this

the grease from the pan pops a little rhythm

you lean your head against my shoulder blade

and I can feel the weight of our history

settling into the floorboards

no need for a stage when I have this square of light

[Chorus]

We are still finding the pocket

in the quiet of a Sunday morning

moving slow like honey from a jar

it is a different kind of magic now

deeper than the first time we touched

steady as the breath in your lungs

(steady now)

just the sway of two souls in sync

[Verse 2]

I remember that bistro near the water

when we were young and loud in Saint-Germain

we thought romance was a city or a flight

but now I see it in the way you fold the laundry

or how you know exactly how I take my tea

with just enough heat to wake the nerves

we have traded the Eiffel for the kitchen table

and I would choose this chipped plate every time

[Chorus]

We are still finding the pocket

in the quiet of a Sunday morning

moving slow like honey from a jar

it is a different kind of magic now

deeper than the first time we touched

steady as the breath in your lungs

(steady now)

just the sway of two souls in sync

[Bridge]

(Higher)

The gray in your hair looks like wisdom to me

(So much wisdom)

Every line on your face is a map of us

a path through the rain and the thick of it

we survived the rush to get here

to this stillness

[Outro]

Still the one I want to hold

(Still the one)

Quarter century of the same step

(The same sweet step)

Keep the rhythm moving

(Moving slow)

Don't let go of the waist

Don't let go of the hand

(Twenty-five years)

Still dancing

(Still swaying)

Just you and me

(Mmm)

In the kitchen

(Yeah)

Every Sunday morning

(Stay in the pocket)

Just stay right here

(Stay right here)

(Stay)

(Stay)