Track Insight / Lyrics
I pencil in the groceries by moonlight
Two eggs, a tin of beans, all packed and right
Fresh bread and rolled oats will hold through the night
No wasting words when the wind is white
One apple in my coat, red like a sign
A small warm kingdom where the lamplight's mine
I never knew a stranger felt this close
Till your hand reached mine across the coast
Two cups beside the kettle, bread within reach
And all the words we didn't need had speech
We read the weather signs and chalk the tide
Then write our names beside the grocery list
You knock as rain dots the lighthouse door
"Excuse me, keeper, I've run out once more"
I hand you flour, salt, and honey from the shelf
The stranger smiles like she's forgotten herself
Two eggs roll softly in the cooling sink
Your winter coat is powdered round the cheeks
I read the barometer in chalk and glass
The fog is coming; dusk is moving fast
I offer tea and quiet by the range
You tell me how the mainland pulls and changes
Our hands keep time on either side of flame
Two strangers learning how to speak the same
I never knew a stranger felt this close
Till your hand reached mine across the coast
Two cups beside the kettle, bread within reach
And all the words we didn't need had speech
We read the weather signs and chalk the tide
Then write our names beside the grocery list
The fog can wait outside our windowpane
Our two old cups are warming every vein
No one leaves alone, we make a home
A kettle's song makes every chair a throne
Outside, the moon is trembling on the tide
Inside, your hand is warm and sitting wide
Before you go, the shelf holds one more thing
Jam, clean spoons, and room for joy to sing
The reel winds faster as the ferry bell rings
You tuck the list beneath your coat and bring
A lemon from the harbor in your hand
A promise small as footprints in the sand
I never knew a stranger felt this close
Till your hand reached mine across the coast
Two cups beside the kettle, bread within reach
And all the words we didn't need had speech
We read the weather signs and chalk the tide
Then write our names beside the grocery list
The fog rolls past the rocks and out of sight
The fiddle carries us along the tide
Two names now pressed together on the pages
Our quiet grocery list outlives the ages
