Lyrics Routine - Steven Wilson
What
do
I
do
with
all
the
children's
clothes?
Such
tiny
things
that
still
smell
of
them
And
the
footprints
in
the
hallway
On
to
my
knees,
scrub
them
away
And
how
to
be
of
use?
Make
the
tea
and
the
soup
All
of
their
favourites,
throw
them
away
And
all
their
school
books
and
their
running
shoes
Washing
them
clean
in
the
dirty
steel
sink
Routine
keeps
me
in
line
Helps
me
pass
the
time
Concentrates
my
mind
Helps
me
to
sleep
Keep
making
beds,
keep
the
cat
fed
Open
the
windows,
let
the
air
in
Keep
the
house
clean,
keep
the
routine
Paintings
they
made
still
stuck
to
the
fridge
Keep
cleaning,
keep
ironing
Cooking
their
meals
on
the
stainless
steel
hob
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
Helps
me
to
sleep
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
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