Verse 1

Noor, I built this out of the room we already live in
The ticket printer's the snare, the extractor's the drone
That knocking underneath is the ice machine nobody's fixed
And the whisk is you, first thing, before anyone's in
I can't afford a ring yet, I've got eleven quid and a knife roll
So I've been saving up in a stupider currency

Pre-Chorus

You keep asking what I'm doing on my phone at two in the morning
It's this. It's been this since March

Chorus

Marry me, Noor, in the dead hour between lunch and dinner
When the pass is wiped down and the whole place smells like sugar
I'll do the savoury forever if you'll keep doing the sweet
Say yes on a Tuesday and we'll be back in time for service

Verse 2

You put a plate in front of me on the worst night I've had
Didn't say a word, didn't make me talk, just stood there till I ate
You laugh at the fryer, you're rude to the delivery lads
You cried once over a broken tart and I have never loved anyone harder
Six years on this hot side and I've never wanted a day off
Which is either romance or a medical problem

Ticket Printer

Table nine, table nine, one more, one more
Yes chef, yes chef, yes

Chorus

Marry me, Noor, in the dead hour between lunch and dinner
When the pass is wiped down and the whole place smells like sugar
I'll do the savoury forever if you'll keep doing the sweet
Say yes on a Tuesday and we'll be back in time for service

Bridge

I know this isn't a beach and there is no violin
There's a bin that needs taking out and the light above the pass is going
But you have never once in your life wanted the beach
You wanted somebody who'd stay until the end of the shift

Outro

Marry me in the dead hour
I'll do the savoury forever
Yes chef. Yes