Balham Rise

Balham Rise - The Guild League

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

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

A grey daydream

Water boils

The kettle screams steam

And the windows haze up

Milk storms in a teacup

A morning routine is relieving

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