Lyrics

Verse 1

The shopkeeper counts what he is owed A woman drinks tea and does not think about war Children eat sweets before the bell finds them These are small requests

Pre-Chorus

That the morning holds That the kettle boils That someone remembers the bread

Chorus

I have things I forgot to tell you They are not large They are the size of a window left open For the cat

Verse 2

The vessel holds what it can It cracks where the glaze pooled too thick It is wonky and that is why you see it Instead of forgetting it

Bridge

History is a tiny Napoleon Spawning on the kitchen counter You sweep it into your palm It keeps growing back

Final Chorus

I have things I forgot to tell you They are not large But someone was carrying them In their coat pocket And that is enough

Outro

The morning holds The kettle boils The bread