The Kitchen

Lyrics

Waste in the kitchen Little spiders on the wall Leaning in to catch the smell of bedsheets coming up I could not believe the sound of the world this morning Far from the islands Not a mountaintop in sight But it's a pretty place when it sits a while in your eyes I could not believe the sound of the world this morning I thought that you had left your phone behind To sing its bird song the way it does to make you rise I waited for the end to come Why do some things keep on? [Instrumental] Waste in the kitchen Whеre we left our wild fеast I can't remember why we had to go so suddenly Cold in the young light We were always cautious this way Looking down to see if there was a table in our name I could not believe the sound of the world this morning I thought that you had left your phone behind To sing its bird song the way it does to make you rise Are they waiting for the end of us? I could not believe the sound of the world I could not believe the sound of the world I could not believe the sound of the world this morning