Steven Wilson Routine Lyrics
Steven
Wilson Routine Lyrics
What do I do with all
the children's clothes
Such tiny things that
still smell of them
And the footprints in
the hallway
Onto my knees Scrub them
away
And how to be of use
make the tea and the soup
All of their favorites
throw them away
And all their
schoolbooks and the running shoes
washing and cleaning the
dirty still sink
Routine keeps me in line
Helps me pass the time
Concentrate my mind
Helps me to sleep
And keep making beds and
keep the cat fed
Open the Windows let the
air in
And keep the house clean
and keep the routine
Paintings they make
still Stuck to the fridge
Keep cleaning keep
ironing
Cooking their meals on
the stainless steel hop
Keep washing keep
scrubbing
Long until the dark
comes to bruise the sky
Deep in the debt to
night
Routine keeps me in line
Helps me pass the time
Helps me to sleep
Routine keeps me in line
Helps me pass the time
Helps me to sleep
the most beautiful
morning forever
Like the ones from far
off,far off away
With the hum of the bees
in the jasmine sway
Don't ever let go
Try to let go
Don't ever let go
Try to let go
don't ever