Grease on the Bag
Style: Chamber folk

[Verse 1]
The bag went through before we noticed
warm grease soaking through the paper
traffic kept on rushing past us
you just laughed and called it proper

[Pre-chorus]
No candles and no fancy plates
just cheap food and a damp seat
but something here won't let me go

[Chorus]
Joan, you make the ordinary hold
you turn the cheapest hour to gold
however small the thing we've done
with you it feels like we have won

[Verse 2]
Cars kept splashing through the puddles
napkins failing at their one job
you wiped your hands and kept on talking
like nothing here could be a problem

[Bridge]
I don't need the bench to be dry
I just need you sitting close
whatever mess the day has brought
you're still the one I'd pick and chose

[Chorus]
Joan, you make the ordinary hold
you turn the cheapest hour to gold
however small the thing we've done
with you it feels like we have won

[Outro]
The grease has soaked clean through the paper
still I'd sit here, Joan, forever

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