Steven Wilson - Routine Lyrics

What do I do
With all the children's clothes?
Such tiny things
That still smell of them
And the footprints
In the hallway
Onto my knees
Scrub them away

And how to be of use?
Make the tea and the soup
All of their favorites
Throw them away
And all their schoolbooks
And the running shoes
Washing and cleaning
The dirty still sink

Routine keeps me in line
Helps me pass the time
Concentrate my mind
Helps me to sleep

And keep making beds
And keep the cat fed
Open the windows
Let the air in
And keep the house clean
And keep the routine
Paintings they make
Still stuck to the fridge

Ladadada
Ladada
Dadadada
Laladalala
Ladadada
Ladada
Dadadada
Laradala

Mother I am far from you
Left behind a dream of my youth
All these years now gone

Keep cleaning
Keep ironing
Cooking their meals
On the stainless steel hop
Keep washing
Keep scrubbing
Long until the dark comes
To bruise the sky
Deep in the debt to night

Routine keeps me in line
Helps me pass the time

Helps me to sleep

Routine keeps me in line
Helps me pass the time
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Helps me to sleep

Ah

The most beautiful morning
Forever
Like the ones from far off
Far off away
With the hum of the bees
In the jasmine sway
Don't ever let go
Try to let go
Don't ever let go
Try to let go
Don't ever