Текст песни
[Verse 1 – Part I] Mismatched chair at the kitchen table Kettle sings Then falls asleep Toast crumbs stuck in the yellow butter You smile soft Then you leave [Chorus – Part I] We were kings of the small things Tea rings Cheap gin Sunday rain Now it’s just this quiet And your coat-shaped space Bittersweet parlour Every cup still tastes like your name [Verse 2 – Part I] Your old boots by the back door waiting Laces tied like you’ll walk back in Radio hums some forgotten station I mouth along But the words feel thin [Chorus – Part I] We were kings of the small things Tea rings Cheap gin Sunday rain Now it’s just this quiet And your coat-shaped space Bittersweet parlour Every cup still tastes like your name [Verse 1 – Part II] Incense burns in the upstairs bedroom Ash falls slow on a worn-out book Your bracelets sleep in a shallow saucer I trace their circles Don’t dare look [Bridge – Part II] [Low strings swell Droning under a rising vocal harmony] I keep the window open For a change in the air If you ever drift back I’ll be right here Right here [Chorus – Part II] Bittersweet parlour Rooms that lean toward your ghost Every step on these faded floorboards Plays the part I miss the most Bittersweet parlour I stay small so the memories fit Turn the page on another morning Still stuck in the heart of it [Verse – Part III] Late-night road on the edge of Dover Empty lane and a borrowed truck Your old tape in the dash keeps warping Every chorus bending love and luck [Chorus – Part III] Bittersweet parlour Packed up in the backseat dust All our half-spent parking tickets Crushed receipts and crooked trust Bittersweet parlour I drive on But it rides with me Past the fields and the faded service stations You’re the mile I never reach [Outro – Part III] [Orchestral swell Then drop to voice and guitar] So here’s to the chipped mugs Here’s to the half-time heart We were kings of the small things Till the small things pulled apart (oh, bittersweet parlour) I still set your place In the dark
