EVENING PRACTICE · Track 7 of 8
The Chair By The Window
by Mercy Marlow · 1:58 · handwritten lyrics, AI-generated recording (disclosed)
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Lyrics — written by hand
Intro(Mm) it's been waiting
VerseIt isn't a good chair, honestly,
the cushion's gone flat in the seat.
But it faces the glass and it holds the warm
where the radiator and the daylight meet.
You bought it for nothing at all,
you meant to replace it by spring.
Four years later it's the only place
where you stop performing anything.
The chair by the window.
That is the plan, entire.
Sit in the one spot in the house
that has never asked what you can.
You can see the tops of the neighbours' trees
and a slice of somebody's kitchen light.
Nothing happens out there at all
and you watch it every night.
The chair by the window.
That is the plan, entire.
Sit in the one spot in the house
that has never asked what you can.
A home isn't every room of it.
A home is a place you go
when the day has had its turn with you
and you need somewhere that already knows.
The chair by the window.
That is the plan, entire.
Sit in the one spot in the house
that has never asked what you can.
(Mm) the flat old cushion.
(Mm) it already knows.