Every Single Thing
[Verse 1] Sunday mornings smelled like flour and steam, Your hands knew the dough better than any dream, No recipe needed, you carried it all, In the curve of your palms and the rise and the fall, On the balcony railing, tomatoes grew red, In the middle of the city, you made summers spread. [Chorus] Rose, we remember every single thing, The photo in your apron, the love that you bring, You press a twenty in our hands at the door, Eighty years of sweetheart — and we want eighty more. [Verse 2] Evening falls and Wheel of Fortune comes on, You shout the answer before they've barely begun, And Stanisław smiles from your pocket all day, Never too far, never folded away, You called us all sweetheart like it was our name, And the world felt softer every time you came. [Chorus] Rose, we remember every single thing, The photo in your apron, the love that you bring, You press a twenty in our hands at the door, Eighty years of sweetheart — and we want eighty more.