Third Drawer Down

[Verse 1]
The key for the Walworth Road lock-up, the one that you lost in your pocket
Then found in the U-bend a week later, swear down, I thought nothing could stop it
The ink's getting faded on takeaway menus, the paper is jaded and thin
They smell of the promises made on a Tuesday, the life that we could have been in
A half-book of stamps with the Queen's head looking sideways, like she's disappointed
A single Nigerian kobo, your grandad's, the one that he said was anointed
A battery, AA, still sealed in the plastic, potential just sat in the dark
And a packet of seeds for a plant that needs sunlight, a joke for this brutalist park.

[Verse 2]
You're packing your life in a bin bag, silent, I'm stood by the counter and staring
At three different chargers for phones that are broken, a testament to not caring
Enough to just throw them away, and you said it, "keep 'em, you'll need 'em for something"
But 'something' was always tomorrow, a problem for future-us, wasn't it, plumbing
The depths of this drawer is a new kind of torture, a catalogue, item by item
Since that Tuesday in March when the air got so quiet I swore I could hear the frost bite 'em
The concrete outside on the balcony garden, the little green shoots of a thing
That we tried to grow once when we thought that the future was something the postman would bring.

[Chorus]
Dead lighter, loose change, a card for the dry-cleaner
One earring, loose page, a world getting meaner
Bent paperclip, passport photo, wrong filter
Third drawer down, love, the whole house is off-kilter.

[Chorus]
Dead lighter, loose change, a card for the dry-cleaner
One earring, loose page, a world getting meaner
Bent paperclip, passport photo, wrong filter
Third drawer down, love, the whole house is off-kilter.

[Outro]
Yeah. The whole house is off-kilter.
Just dust from the concrete sill settling.