Intro
Rain on the glass,
Light on the wall,
Dublin wakes slow,
And Mary calls.
Verse 1
Beans on toast in the morning light,
Steam on the window, pale and white.
Your mum is in the kitchen, moving fast,
Turning little things into spells that last.
You come downstairs with sleepy eyes,
Hair all wild like stormy skies.
I try to speak but I just smile,
I could live inside this scene a while.
Pre-Chorus
No need for thunder,
No need for signs,
Just breakfast plates
And your hand in mine.
No grand confession,
No perfect song,
Just your mum laughing,
And the kettle on.
Chorus
The kettle’s always on,
While the rain keeps falling down.
Every little ordinary thing
Turns holy in this town.
From beans on toast to midnight,
From your smile to the dawn,
I found home inside one Irish day,
Where the kettle’s always on.
Verse 2
Then we head out for messages,
Rain on the road and bags in hand.
You know every face that passes,
I’m still learning where I stand.
Corner shop and wet newspapers,
Bread and milk and something sweet.
You move through the morning easy,
Like the whole town knows your feet.
Then an aunty hits the doorway,
An uncle laughs before his tea.
Biscuits open on the table,
And somehow there is room for me.
Pre-Chorus 2
Are we grand beneath the grey?
We are grand, you smile and say.
Dark for me and sweet for you,
Two cups waiting when we’re through.
Chorus
The kettle’s always on,
While the rain keeps falling down.
Every little ordinary thing
Turns holy in this town.
From paper bags to midnight,
From your smile to the dawn,
I found home inside one Irish day,
Where the kettle’s always on.
Bridge
Your tea is milk and sugar,
Mine is dark as winter sea.
Two cups on the table,
Two worlds learning how to be.
Maybe home is not a country,
Maybe home is not a place.
Maybe home is your mum’s kitchen
With the rain across your face.
Heavy Rebuild
Just toast and rain,
Just tea and light,
Just your hand finding mine
At the end of the night.
Final Chorus
The kettle’s always on,
While the rain keeps falling down.
Every little ordinary thing
Turns holy in this town.
From beans on toast to midnight,
From your smile to the dawn,
I found home inside one Irish day,
Where the kettle’s always on.
Outro
Dark for me,
Sweet for you,
Rain outside,
Nothing to prove.
Your hand in mine,
The day is gone.
I fall asleep beside you,
And the kettle’s always on.