00:20I thought there'd be thunders inside when my moment began
00:27But the mail still comes and the dish is still dry
00:31And the clock just ticks where it stands
00:34Are we just mediocre days with a few bright minutes stitched inside
00:41Laughing in a car park in the rain
00:45Then back to traffic lights and tired eyes
00:49If every breath is meant to mean more than a box to tick
00:54A line to sign, teach me how to see the sacred
00:59In the middle of an ordinary life
01:10She watched a kid chase a pigeon, trip and burst into grins
01:17Mother's hands trembling slightly like she'd almost lost the whole world again
01:24She thought, maybe this is the movie, not the part where the credits roll by
01:31Just two plastic bags and a grocery cart
01:35And a quiet thank you at the end of the line
01:39Are we just mediocre days with a few bright minutes stitched inside
01:45Burned toast, bills and broken plates
01:49Then one small hand reaching for mine
01:53If every breath is meant to mean more than a box to tick
01:58A line to sign, teach me how to see the sacred
02:03In the middle of an ordinary life
02:25Baby, the point was the wait and the slow burn, the stop and go right
02:30Oh, the jokes that fall flat
02:34The night's coming back just to sit on the edge of the sky
02:41Are we just mediocre days with a few bright minutes stitched inside
02:47Or are there cracks in everything
02:51Where that quiet holy light arrives
02:55If every breath is meant to mean more than a box to tick
03:01A line to sign at every small forgettable moment
03:05Was the story the whole time
03:15I fight
03:19O. Is there any other things, you know, the time
03:22I scumlely love you
03:22A line to sign
03:23You'reб Joyce
03:23despite the fact that
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