Chrome Tap, Second Floor

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Intro: a single faucet drip alone in a tiled

Drip. Drip. Drip.
(Drip. Drip.)
Drip. Drip. Drip.

Verse

Chrome tap, second floor.
Cracked tile. Kitchen door.
One glass, one spoon, one plate.
Drip on the two, drip on the four.

Break

Count it. Count it.
Four bars, bass walks in.
Count it. Count it.
Four bars, hi-hat, thin.

Verse

Soapy ring. Rubber mat.
Wet thumb. Wet flat.
Fridge hum under the tap.
Drip on the two. That's that.

Pre-Chorus

Nobody's coming. Nobody's called.
Nobody's coming. Good.

Chorus

Don't fix the drip!
(Don't fix the drip!)
Don't fix the drip!
(Don't fix the drip!)
Chrome tap, second floor —
don't fix the drip!

Verse

Bare feet. Tiles cold.
Lights off. Towels fold.
Cup in the sink, half full.
Drip keeps the count. Drip bold.

Break

Leave it! Leave it!
Leave it! Leave it!
Hands up. Nobody touch that wrench.
Leave it! Leave it!

Verse

Power fist ceramic on a windowsill.
No dust on it baby, may dust it still.
Drips just find the door.
Drip on the two. As Drips do thrill.

Chorus

Don't fix the drip!
(Don't fix the drip!)
Don't fix the drip!
(Don't fix the drip!)
Chrome tap, second floor —
don't fix the drip!

Outro

Drip on the two, drip on the four.
(Don't fix the drip!)
Drip on the two, drip on the four.
(Don't fix the drip!)
Second floor. Second floor.
Drip. Drip. Drip.