Slow Sun

It's ok Red letter, go-getter The red won't come off you Faux leather, trendsetter New lace in an old shoe Old enough, enough to know better To dress for the weather It's all you've got Waiting up for you Cup of tea for you There on the sofa That's real love Lone figure, sole singer The floor fills around you Breadwinner, bone digger A faith in the "all new" Old enough, enough to know better To dress for the weather And it's all you've got She's waiting up for you A cup of tea for you There on the sofa That's real love And that's real enough Holding out for you While the company owns you You know she adores you And that's real enough No one else knows the Length that she goes to To keep it together And that's real enough Now more than ever Romance in shit weather The ordinary glory of real love