After work,
As the sun set's in,
It's always the harmony of your voice that I chase,
"Shall we head home?"
"What should we eat today?"
"Here's what happened today."
I miss you like the sun misses the moon.
A never ending ordinary love.

Any and everyday,
Is a miracle with you.
In the kitchen where we keep our lives,
Holding hands as we give comfort to our hearts,
No matter what happens in the future,
That's what I wanted to talk to you about.