Bare Feet on the Kitchen Floor (версия 2)

Verse

Porch swing squeaks, the screen door too

Bare feet on the kitchen floor, it's not brand new

Faded jeans, that same old hum of air

Dust rising off your shoulders there

You used to chase me out to the street

Now I find you in this old familiar seat

Pre-Chorus

Tell me if this is what we were looking for

Tell me why it feels like no one's moving anymore

Chorus

Bare feet on the kitchen floor, that's how I'll remember you

Every inch of this worn wooden beam still holds true

Your collarbone keeps catching morning light

I'm holding onto something that won't take flight

Bare feet on the kitchen floor, where we used to run

Verse 2

You said you'd be gone by now, but I knew that wasn't true

The same old windows leak exactly the same gold light through

A half-empty water bottle's been sitting there for years

I swear it still tastes like the summer before tears

We used to dream about leaving all this behind

Now it feels like our whole story's been written in these lines

Pre-Chorus

Tell me if this is what we were looking for

Tell me why it feels like no one's moving anymore

Chorus

Bare feet on the kitchen floor, that's how I'll remember you

Every inch of this worn wooden beam still holds true

Your collarbone keeps catching morning light

I'm holding onto something that won't take flight

Bare feet on the kitchen floor, where we used to run

Bridge

Maybe growing up means holding onto things

Not letting go of what's been lit like candles in a jar

You said goodbye but you never left at all

And every time I look around this old familiar wall

I find my name written there in invisible letters bright

In the shape of dust and shadows, on the ceiling tonight

Chorus

Bare feet on the kitchen floor, that's how I'll remember you

Every inch of this worn wooden beam still holds true

Your collarbone keeps catching morning light

I'm holding onto something that won't take flight

Bare feet on the kitchen floor, where we used to run