End of the Day

On an evening of normal

At the end of the day

We had done all our talking

The rack was drying our plates

In a moment of stillness

Your hands sang the chords that we play

I know your words are not many

Your hands sing more than you say

Then you sang...lye lye lye…

So I've taken your music

I hope that you do not mind

It's just that chorus - it moved me

Words I've been longing to find

Songs are many and varied

Can take an age to create

I love how something so simple

Can be all that it takes

Can be all that it takes

We sang... lye lye lye…

On an evening of normal

At the end of the day