The story behind this song
It's past midnight and neither of them can sleep. A phone leans against the sugar jar, one speaker doing its best, and the fridge light paints gold across the tile. She's barefoot in his old t-shirt; he pulls her in, and the twelve square feet between the counter and the refrigerator turn into the only ballroom they'll ever need.
No occasion, no audience — just two grown people swaying slow while the dishes wait until noon.
For the couple whose love stopped performing years ago and learned to live in the small hours instead.
Lyrics
It's way past midnight, baby
And the kitchen floor is calling
And the kitchen floor is calling
Phone propped up against the sugar jar
One speaker working overtime
You in my old t-shirt, barefoot on the tile
Fridge light painting gold across your eyes
One speaker working overtime
You in my old t-shirt, barefoot on the tile
Fridge light painting gold across your eyes
We don't need a ballroom
We got twelve square feet and time
We got twelve square feet and time
Slow dance in the kitchen, nothing but the hum
Counter to the fridge and back again
Hold you like the night ain't ever gonna come undone
This is where the music's always been
Slow dance in the kitchen
Counter to the fridge and back again
Hold you like the night ain't ever gonna come undone
This is where the music's always been
Slow dance in the kitchen
Your cheek against my shoulder, swaying easy
Dishes in the sink can wait till noon
Grown love don't need an audience to prove it
Just a little room and a little tune
Dishes in the sink can wait till noon
Grown love don't need an audience to prove it
Just a little room and a little tune
Let the whole world keep on sleeping
This hour's yours and mine
This hour's yours and mine
Slow dance in the kitchen, nothing but the hum
Counter to the fridge and back again
Hold you like the night ain't ever gonna come undone
This is where the music's always been
Slow dance in the kitchen
Counter to the fridge and back again
Hold you like the night ain't ever gonna come undone
This is where the music's always been
Slow dance in the kitchen
Twenty years from now, same tile, same song
Moving slower but moving still
Baby, when they ask me what a good life looks like
I'll say midnight, you, this windowsill
Moving slower but moving still
Baby, when they ask me what a good life looks like
I'll say midnight, you, this windowsill
Slow dance in the kitchen, nothing but the hum
Counter to the fridge and back again
Hold you like the night ain't ever gonna come undone
This is where the music's always been
Slow dance in the kitchen
Counter to the fridge and back again
Hold you like the night ain't ever gonna come undone
This is where the music's always been
Slow dance in the kitchen
One more song before we go
Sway slow... sway slow
Sway slow... sway slow
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