All things

You hand me your coat at the back door
The tea in your palms, steam in the hall
You laugh at my joke, just a fraction too long
Then look at the cracks in the wall
All the things we never say
Stack like chairs at the end of the day
If your heart is breaking next to mine
Why are we dancing round the line?
All the things we never do
Caught in the space between me and you
If you're staying anyway
Tell me all the things we never say
Your friends make their toast in the kitchen
Call us, you too, and then grin
You brush past my sleeve and it buzzes like wire
You turn away, tucking your chin
All the things we never say
Stack like chairs at the end of the day
If your heart is breaking next to mine
Why are we dancing round the line?