The language you make out of looks and names
All the motions of ordinary love
All the weight it can hold when you say one name
All the motions of ordinary love

In the bathroom off the kitchen
Leave the door ajar in a brand new dress
Let me watch you put your makeup on
Let me in, give me holy privileges

There's a dinner thing, Thanksgiving
Dress up nice, make a dish to bring
There are moments here, only yours and mine
Tiny dots on an endless timeline

It's an honest thing when there's no one there
Some days they feel like dress rehearsals
Some days I watch and you don't care

And I watched you in that apartment, somewhere from across the room
It's the slowest days by the bathroom that somehow never seems to go
Where I watched you put your makeup on
The smallest sounds leave the clearest echoes

We say nothing then out loud
and that's what feels the most profound

All the motions of ordinary love
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