Track 7 of the album The Pier Is Shut Till Easter · 2025
The Kettle Clicks Off, and I Decide
“A letter on the table by the sugar bowl, and a pen I haven't picked up yet. The kettle clicks off and I finally decide.”
singer-songwriter · decision-song folk · warm singer-songwriter · 3:40
Lyrics
The letter's on the table by the sugar bowl Two pages, and a pen I haven't picked up yet The clock above the cooker counts the quiet down I have been sure of less and signed for it The kettle starts to rattle, then it settles I've asked my mother and I've asked the moon Everyone has told me what they'd do Now the room is only me and afternoon One minute before I say yes I can hear my own heart keeping time Not a leap, not a storm, just a step And the floor is holding, the floor is mine One minute before I say yes I am steady as a lamp in the hall Whatever comes, I'll meet it standing here With both feet on the ground, and that is all I think of every door I stood beside And let somebody else decide to close This one has my name upon the handle And a little light along the edge of it Breathe in, the room is warm Breathe out, the window's bright A sparrow on the fence Is not afraid of flight One minute before I say yes I can hear my own heart keeping time Not a leap, not a storm, just a step And the floor is holding, the floor is mine One minute before I say yes I am steady as a lamp in the hall Whatever comes, I'll meet it standing here With both feet on the ground, and that is all The kettle clicks off And I pick up the pen And I pick up the pen