The Kitchen Song

We're spending too much time in the kitchen. You always said you would die
this way.

I caught hold of your hand today. I thought you were going to cry, you were
terrified.

We're spending too much time in our heads these days. I always thought I
could hide this way.

There is no room for love in this city. Seek safety in arms, embracing but
armed to the teeth- for fear of what could be read on our faces.. on my face.

And after all this time we're estranged somehow, living in fear of strings
and gates.

Holding a flame causes pain, it's insane to try to live this way. "Poker your
face, wear a strong sturdy brace and you'll be okay."

You didn't notice me peeking over your wall today. I covered my tracks and put it all back in place- but I saw the look on your face.. on your face.

We're spending too much time in the kitchen. You always said you would die
this way.