A soft-focus song for an almost-empty afternoon screening.
[Verse 1]
We slipped in late
With a paper ticket
The carpet was faded
Like a page left in the rain
The screen went dark
Before we found our row
You laughed at the trivia
Like you still knew the town
[Pre-Chorus]
Now the credits roll
And neither of us moves
Outside, the rain turns white
On the exit doors
[Chorus]
Sunday cinema
We stay for the names
Sunday cinema
To borrow one more day
Sunday cinema
Side by side in the glow
Sunday cinema
We don't have to go
[Verse 2]
The staff stack cups
In a tired little tower
A broom leans crooked
By the popcorn stain
You say, "Same old place"
And I say, "Mostly"
Like we both know
That is a kind of grace
[Pre-Chorus]
Now the credits roll
And neither of us moves
Outside, the rain turns white
On the exit doors
[Chorus]
Sunday cinema
We stay for the names
Sunday cinema
To borrow one more day
Sunday cinema
Side by side in the glow
Sunday cinema
We don't have to go
[Bridge]
Then the lights come up
Slow as a held breath
All that blue on the seats
And the dust in the beam
Your smile looks younger
In the sudden clean glare
Mine does too, I guess
Though I'm not sure where
The aisle feels wider
Than it did at first
Like the real world waited
With its coat on in the hall
But here in the hush
We can let it wait
Let the night get tired
Before we answer back
[Chorus]
Sunday cinema
We stay for the names
Sunday cinema
To borrow one more day
Sunday cinema
Side by side in the glow
Sunday cinema
We don't have to go
Sunday cinema
Let's linger in the frame
Sunday cinema
Until the rain lets go
Sunday cinema
No need to know
Sunday cinema
We can take it slow
Saved this for the next long walk.
Love how specific the release notes are. It changes the way I hear the track.