Midnight oil spills on the kitchen floor Pots and pans clattering for more Sound of laughter echoes off the tiles We've been at it for awhile Dishwater hands creating bubbles of joy Steam rising up like a child's new toy Tick tock goes the broken clock But we just dance around the block The sound of the stove and our late-night talks Light up our hearts more than city blocks Every whisper and every laugh Time stands still in this photograph Sugar and spice and late-night glee You and I making memories Cups of tea and midnight cakes In our world there are no mistakes Crickets outside play a quiet tune While we sing along under the moon Words like jazz in a playful sway In the night we'll find our way The sound of the stove and our late-night talks Light up our hearts more than city blocks Every whisper and every laugh Time stands still in this photograph