Slow Sun

It's ok

Red letter, go-getter

The red won't come off you

Faux leather, trendsetter

New lace in an old shoe

Old enough, enough to know better

To dress for the weather

It's all you've got

Waiting up for you

Cup of tea for you

There on the sofa

That's real love

Lone figure, sole singer

The floor fills around you

Breadwinner, bone digger

A faith in the "all new"

Old enough, enough to know better

To dress for the weather

And it's all you've got

She's waiting up for you

A cup of tea for you

There on the sofa

That's real love

And that's real enough

Holding out for you

While the company owns you

You know she adores you

And that's real enough

No one else knows the

Length that she goes to

To keep it together

And that's real enough

Now more than ever

Romance in shit weather

The ordinary glory of real love