Dirt on your collarbone (версия 2)

Verse

Last night you came over to fix the sink

You got under there with a pocket knife and think

Water dripped on the worn linoleum floor

Your hair was tied up in a messy knot still

I sat outside on the creaky porch swing

Sipped lemonade while you worked till it'd ring

The pipe finally gave, a loud clang and sigh

You came out smiling like you'd caught something good

Dirt under your collarbone where you crawled through

A tiny streak of plumber's grease in the groove

Pre-Chorus

What if this isn't just some leak we're chasing?

What if it's something more than just a drain that's breaking?

Chorus

So here we sit with your hands still dirty too

And I'm wondering how long before you go back to what you used to do

Every scar on the tile floor tells a different story

But right now all I need is one more minute of this feeling

I don't know if it's the water or just us two

But somehow everything we fix together feels brand new

So let it drip, let it leak, let it take its time

Cause with you under that sink, I'm not thinking about what's left behind

Verse

Your shirt got stained right below the collarbone

You laughed and said it wasn't even a drop yet to call it home

The whole house is creaking like an old wooden floor

But the only thing settling deeper is this feeling we found here

I helped you clean up with a rag and some water warm

Wiped away every smudge till your skin was smooth as form

The pipes are still running slow, but I don't care

Cause when it's just us like this in an empty house full of care

No clock to keep, no meter on the wall

Just you under there fixing something that won't fall

Pre-Chorus

What if this isn't just some leak we're chasing?

What if it's something more than just a drain that's breaking?

Chorus

So here we sit with your hands still dirty too

And I'm wondering how long before you go back to what you used to do

Every scar on the tile floor tells a different story

But right now all I need is one more minute of this feeling

I don't know if it's the water or just us two

But somehow everything we fix together feels brand new

So let it drip, let it leak, let it take its time

Cause with you under that sink, I'm not thinking about what's left behind

Bridge

We're not fixing nothing, really. We're just keeping pace

This house may be old, but the way we find our place

In a room full of rusted pipes and worn wooden floor

You're still beautiful when your hands are dirty as before

I'm not waiting on some clock to start a brand new life

I'm right here in these moments where it's just us two, alright

Chorus

So here we sit with your hands still dirty too

And I'm wondering how long before you go back to what you used to do

Every scar on the tile floor tells a different story

But right now all I need is one more minute of this feeling

I don't know if it's the water or just us two

But somehow everything we fix together feels brand new

So let it drip, let it leak, let it take its time