Sharon Van Etten + "Much More Than That"
Wake up on this red couch after midnight, and the lamp light glows on the hardwood floor. Was that a long day at work? Stand up, close the novel, run a bath, change my mind. Linger in the kitchen. Old paint is thick and white on the cupboards. Scramble three eggs into a glass bowl on the tiny teak table. And a long day coming, too. Two ice-cubes, then, and the chilled alcohol clouds quickly. Paprika, rosemary, cube some tomatoes, the sharp bite of grated twelve-old old cheddar. Turn the music to shuffle and sit down with an aluminum fork in my right hand. Maybe tomorrow I’ll meet the love of my life.
I don’t think I need much more than that.
Wake up on this red couch after midnight, and the lamp light glows on the hardwood floor. Was that a long day at work? Stand up, close the novel, run a bath, change my mind. Linger in the kitchen. Old paint is thick and white on the cupboards. Scramble three eggs into a glass bowl on the tiny teak table. And a long day coming, too. Two ice-cubes, then, and the chilled alcohol clouds quickly. Paprika, rosemary, cube some tomatoes, the sharp bite of grated twelve-old old cheddar. Turn the music to shuffle and sit down with an aluminum fork in my right hand. Maybe tomorrow I’ll meet the love of my life.
I don’t think I need much more than that.
