Track 2 of the single Corner Booth / Flour on the Windowsill · 2024
Flour on the Windowsill
by Pale Harbour
“I wrote the words walking home at four in the morning past the bakery with its light on. It's the most hopeful thing we've done, and it still makes me hungry.”
lo-fi · bedroom pop · dreamy lo-fi · warm · 4:32
Lyrics
Four a.m., the street is blue The bakery light is coming through I tie my apron, quiet hands The oven hums like distant lands Nobody's up, the town still deep In dreams and blankets, fast asleep Flour on the windowsill The world is dark and warm and still I knead the night into the day Let the slow hours rise away Flour on the windowsill Somebody will wake up hungry still And I'll be here, I'll be here The dough is breathing in its bowl A little patience, a little soul The streetlamp flickers, turns to grey The first bird tries a note to play Nobody's up, but soon they'll be And find the bread, and think of me Flour on the windowsill The world is dark and warm and still I knead the night into the day Let the slow hours rise away Flour on the windowsill Somebody will wake up hungry still And I'll be here, I'll be here If you're awake with me tonight Come sit beside the amber light There's room for you, a crust to share A little warmth, a little air The trays slide in, the timer ticks Sweet steam on the cold glass sticks The sky is peach along the wall The night has given us it all Flour on the windowsill The world is dark and warm and still I knead the night into the day Let the slow hours rise away Flour on the windowsill Somebody will wake up hungry still And I'll be here, I'll be here Rise slow, rise slow The morning's warm below Rise slow