Both Feet on the Floor

The phone is face-down on the sheet
The letter's still open by the lamp
Daylight cutting through the curtain seam
Like a ruler laid across the damp
I sit on the edge of the bed with my hands
Folded like a pair of tired birds
There is no plan, there is no list
There's just a morning and a few small words
The slippers sit like two patient dogs
The radiator ticks like a clock gone slow
My sister left a voicemail I can't play
So I let it keep its place down below
The ceiling has a stain shaped like a country
I've been naming it all night, I'm up to three

Both feet on the floor, both feet on the floor
That's the whole of the prayer I've got today
Both feet on the floor, both feet on the floor
The rest of the day will find its way

Both feet on the floor, both feet on the floor

The kettle's got a little more to say
The window wants a hand with its latch
Across the road a neighbour waves a rake
And the hinge of the gate answers like a catch
One step is a staircase when you're small
One cup is a river when you're thirst
I won't solve it, I won't even try
I'll put one foot, and then the first
The stairs are a hymn I can take one note at a time
The hallway is a hallway, that's all it is, that's fine
The bread is in the bin, the butter's gone hard
The toast is a small triumph, burnt at the edge
The radio mumbles about the weather
I nod like it knows what I just pledged
The street begins to hum its morning chore
A bin lid, a bike bell, a door, then another door

Both feet on the floor, both feet on the floor
That's the whole of the prayer I've got today
Both feet on the floor, both feet on the floor
The rest of the day will find its way

Both feet on the floor

Both feet on the floor, both feet on the floor
Both feet on the floor

Some days it's the floor and only the floor
And the floor is enough
It was there when I fell, it was there when I slept
It's holding me up, it's holding me up
I don't need an answer
I need a place to stand
Boards that don't ask me for a reason
Old boards, honest boards, boards that remember
Just a heel and a hand
There is a crack in the board by the door
I know the shape of it like a map
And the floor keeps on holding the whole weight of me
For free, for free, for free
Yesterday it was a thing I'd fall in
Today it's the place where I step and I tap

Both feet on the floor, both feet on the floor
That's the whole of the prayer, and it's plenty
Both feet on the floor, both feet on the floor
One more morning of a thousand and twenty

Oh, oh, oh
(both feet)
Oh, oh, oh

Both feet on the floor

Both feet on the floor, both feet on the floor

Both feet on the floor, both feet on the floor