The story behind this song
A Saturday with the record crackling, socks sliding on the kitchen tile, two coffee mugs and a fight about the dishwasher rack that turns into a kiss. Someone steals the other's mug; someone hums the wrong words on purpose; the eggs burn because nobody's watching the pan. There's a sticky spot by the table leg from a glass of juice that never got wiped, and a joke from three years back that nobody else on earth would understand.
No hard chapter required to earn it, no speech, no backstory of struggle — just two people allowed to be giddy and ordinary and stupidly in love, the way every love gets to be. Dip by the fridge magnets, twirl past the junk drawer, let the eggs go cold.
For the two who get to be silly in the kitchen, no reason, no rhyme.
Lyrics
socks on the tile and the morning's long.
left yours full and cold on the shelf.
We fight about the dishwasher rack
then kiss about it, lose ourselves.
You laugh at a joke from three years back
that nobody else would get —
and you spin me on the kitchen lino,
nearly knock the toaster off its set.
just you and a Saturday doing fine —
no reason, no rhyme.
Bare feet on the cold floor,
you and me and time.
Nothing to prove, nothing to fix —
just dancing in the kitchen.
I burn the eggs 'cause I'm watching you.
There's a sticky spot by the table leg
from a glass of juice we never quite got to.
We don't need a single hard chapter
to earn how good this feels —
just two cups, a crackly record,
and the way you move when you peel the meals.
just you and a Saturday doing fine —
no reason, no rhyme.
Bare feet on the cold floor,
you and me and time.
Nothing to prove, nothing to fix —
just dancing in the kitchen.
twirl me past the junk drawer too.
Let the eggs go cold, who cares,
the only thing on the schedule is you.
We could do this 'til we're ninety,
same dumb song, same dumb crew.
no reason, no rhyme.
Bare feet on the cold floor,
you and me and time.
Nothing to prove, nothing to fix —
just dancing in the kitchen.
still dancing in the kitchen, you and I.
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