Track 1 of the EP Radio Low, Dishes Drying · 2018
Slow Dance in the Kitchen Light
by Wren Hallett
“The dishes are on the rack, the radio is low, and nobody is watching. That's all the song is and all I wanted it to be.”
singer-songwriter · kitchen folk · romantic folk · 3:39
Lyrics
The dishes are drying on the rack The radio is low You hold your hand out to me And I say I don't know But I put down the tea towel And I step into your arms No one in the whole wide world But the fridge's humming charms Slow dance in the kitchen light Socks on the tile, nothing to prove Slow dance, nothing is quite so right As the ordinary way you move We don't need a ballroom or a band Just your shoulder and my hand Slow dance in the kitchen light Stay a little longer with me tonight The window shows us in the glass Two shadows, tall and small The steam is on the curtains And the song is nearly all You hum along a half-wrong line And I laugh against your chest Of all the places I have been This is where I rest Slow dance in the kitchen light Socks on the tile, nothing to prove Slow dance, nothing is quite so right As the ordinary way you move We don't need a ballroom or a band Just your shoulder and my hand Slow dance in the kitchen light Stay a little longer with me tonight Years from now I'll still recall The yellow lamp, the warm, worn floor The way you turned me, soft and slow And I never wished for more The song fades out, we keep on swaying Silence has its own sweet tune The kettle clicks, the night grows deep And a thin and silver moon Leans in at the window glass To watch us, if it may Two people in a kitchen Dancing the night away Slow dance in the kitchen light Socks on the tile, nothing to prove Slow dance, nothing is quite so right As the ordinary way you move We don't need a ballroom or a band Just your shoulder and my hand Slow dance in the kitchen light Stay a little longer with me tonight