歌詞

I'm doing nothing, slowly

And doing it quite well

The house is still, the phone is far

The hours have no names

I'm sitting in the deep armchair

With no competing claims

And if a voice should ask me

What I've done with this fine day

I'll say I rested, that was all

And that was not a waste

For even Heaven rested

On the seventh day He made

The light moves one slow inch of floor

That's all the news there is

The dust can settle where it likes

The quiet's fully His

Not idle, no — but emptied out

The way a cup gets clean

I'll say I rested, that was all

And that was not a waste

For even Heaven rested

On the seventh day He made

The world kept turning while I sat

It didn't need my hands

And something in me mended

In the way that stillness can

Mmm... mmm... mmm

I'll say I rested, that was all

And that was not a waste

For even Heaven rested

On the seventh day He made

I'll say I rested, that was all

And that was not a waste

For even Heaven rested

On the seventh day He made

I did my nothing, slowly

And I did it very well