The story behind this song
No reservations this year — just the two of them and the kitchen radio. The coffee arrives the way she takes it, two sugars and a splash, before she asks. His coat lands on her shoulders the second the wind turns. Twenty Februaries since that rented tie, and they still dance in sock feet by the stove when a slow song comes on, her hand tucked inside his sleeve.
For the husband who figured out that the wordless coffee and the unspectacular forever is the romance — and would choose her once more, any day at all.
Lyrics
No reservations this year, love
Just us and the kitchen radio
Just us and the kitchen radio
I don't bring you roses much, I bring your coffee right
Two sugars, splash of cream, before you ask, before the light
Twenty Februaries since I wore that rented tie
And you still beat the candlelight, you still catch my eye
Two sugars, splash of cream, before you ask, before the light
Twenty Februaries since I wore that rented tie
And you still beat the candlelight, you still catch my eye
They call it settling down
I call it landing
I call it landing
You're still my valentine — no card could say it better
My coat across your shoulders when the wind turns cold
The quiet kind of always, the keeping-warm-together
You're still my valentine, and you never will grow old to me
My coat across your shoulders when the wind turns cold
The quiet kind of always, the keeping-warm-together
You're still my valentine, and you never will grow old to me
We dance in sock feet by the stove when the slow songs play
You laugh at how I still can't lead, you follow anyway
The smell of Sunday onions, your hand inside my sleeve
This unspectacular forever — I'd never want to leave
You laugh at how I still can't lead, you follow anyway
The smell of Sunday onions, your hand inside my sleeve
This unspectacular forever — I'd never want to leave
The fireworks all faded
Into something steady
Into something steady
You're still my valentine — no card could say it better
My coat across your shoulders when the wind turns cold
The quiet kind of always, the keeping-warm-together
You're still my valentine, and you never will grow old to me
My coat across your shoulders when the wind turns cold
The quiet kind of always, the keeping-warm-together
You're still my valentine, and you never will grow old to me
Young me thought romance was flowers at the door
It's wordless coffee, twenty years — and choosing you once more
It's wordless coffee, twenty years — and choosing you once more
You're still my valentine — no card could say it better
My coat across your shoulders when the wind turns cold
The quiet kind of always, the keeping-warm-together
You're still my valentine, and you never will grow old to me
My coat across your shoulders when the wind turns cold
The quiet kind of always, the keeping-warm-together
You're still my valentine, and you never will grow old to me
February fourteenth, or any day at all
You're the one, you're still the one
You're the one, you're still the one
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