One More
Drift
A kettle boiled and cooled three times, still coming to a whistle. Domestic persistence — the wooden spoon keeping time, the floorboard counting, nothing in the kitchen giving up on its job. For the moment you decide the next small thing is enough.
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The kettle's been boiled and cooled three times
Still comes to a whistle by four
A wooden spoon keeping time on the side of the pot
One more, one more
The floorboard creaks in the same old place
Like it's counting its way to the door
My hands already know what they're doing next
One more, one more
One more isn't a promise, it's just the next thing
One more isn't a mountain, it's a step
The kettle doesn't ask if it's worth it
It just boils when it's ready, I guess
The cupboard's got a hinge that complains
And a shelf that's held since before
Nothing in this kitchen gives up on its job
One more, one more
One more isn't a promise, it's just the next thing
One more isn't a mountain, it's a step
The kettle doesn't ask if it's worth it
It just boils when it's ready, I guess
And the floorboard creaks in time
And I let it
One more, one more