Spoons on the Sill

[Intro]
[Verse]
The light hits the glass.
I watch the hours pass.
She’s taping down a spoon.
Beneath a paper moon.
Her slippers hit the floor.
I peek behind my door.
[Chorus]
Oh, Mrs. Miller, what’s the play?
Why do you live this way?
White plastic on the ledge.
Right up against the edge.
I’m overthinking every move.
Trying to find a groove.
[Verse]
She wears a yellow hat.
She talks to every cat.
She keeps her mail in piles.
Across the kitchen tiles.
She writes in purple ink.
It makes me stop and think.
[Pre-Chorus]
Was she a dancer in the light?
Did she vanish in the night?
Is there a secret in the wall?
Or is there nothing there at all?
[Chorus]
Oh, Mrs. Miller, what’s the play?
Why do you live this way?
White plastic on the ledge.
Right up against the edge.
I’m overthinking every move.
Trying to find a groove.
[Bridge]
Toy piano starts to play.
In a quiet, dusty grey.
Maybe she is keeping time.
Waiting for a bell to chime.
Maybe spoons are silver keys.
To unlock all her memories.
[Verse]
I saw her yesterday.
She looked the other way.
She tied a ribbon on a chair.
To catch the heavy summer air.
She’s building something in her head.
While I am lying in my bed.
[Hook]
Clicking on the window sill.
Everything is standing still.
Clicking on the window pane.
Echoes inside of my brain.
[Chorus]
Oh, Mrs. Miller, what’s the play?
Why do you live this way?
White plastic on the ledge.
Right up against the edge.
I’m overthinking every move.
Trying to find a groove.
[Outro]