Two Brushes
Style: Synth ballad

[Verse 1]
Steam is sliding off the tiles
You're still humming, and it beguiles
Nothing fancy, nothing planned
Just your hand next to my hand

[Pre-chorus]
This is what the years become
Quiet mornings, never numb
Something steady, rising, called

[Chorus]
Archibald, you're the calm I found
Ordinary love, the kind that's sound
Not the shouting, not enthralled
Just the steady kind, Archibald

[Verse 2]
Two brushes lean against the rim
Mine is worn and yours is trim
Small things nobody would recall
But I would notice if they'd fall

[Pre-chorus]
This is what the years become
Quiet mornings, never numb
Something steady, rising, called

[Chorus]
Archibald, you're the calm I found
Ordinary love, the kind that's sound
Not the shouting, not enthralled
Just the steady kind, Archibald

[Bridge]
Nothing here is scald or storm
Just a warmth that keeps me warm
You don't need to be installed
In every verse to be recalled

[Chorus]
Archibald, you're the calm I found
Ordinary love, the kind that's sound
Not the shouting, not enthralled
Just the steady kind, Archibald

[Outro]
Steam will clear from off the glass
Steady love is built to last

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