Rolling Slow
Style: Dream pop

[Verse 1]
A bottle rolls across the table
cracked plastic, catching light
I watch it drift instead of you
because looking straight might give me away

[Pre-chorus]
Nothing on this table matters
nothing here is rare
but I keep noticing you

[Chorus]
Barnaby, you make the small hours count
you make the quiet stay
some kind of ordinary miracle
Barnaby, you talked my noise away

[Verse 2]
It stops against your hand, not mine
like it knew where to go
I never planned on loving you
but here we are, and slow

[Bridge]
No one writes songs about a mustard bottle
but I would write a hundred more of you
every plain thing turns into a keepsake
the second that it's near to you

[Chorus]
Barnaby, you make the small hours count
you make the quiet stay
some kind of ordinary miracle
Barnaby, you talked my noise away

[Outro]
Let it roll right off the table
I've already got what I was reaching for

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