Cooking Lyrics

If I held a conviction in the palm of my hand love
A day at the start of June
You could see it breathing
And I could feed it blood from a spoon
Oh you know I could
Get him out of here
Long before the republic in a house on the border
And a room where they both were born
While the day was dreaming
I turned around the dusk and the dawn
Just because I could
That's the way it goes

If you need an opinion
Or something for Monday
I know where they keep your keys
You can call me now and I'll come and watch you sink to your knees
Yeah I think I would
For the little man
Way before the diversion
In the last days of reason
The taste of a menthol light
Lisa finished living
And I was nearly drunk... but not quite
Hold my f****** hands
And the river Severn
And the father was told
How try as summer did
Winter and the kids
It's a long way to Saturday
And the sun was still shining
Inside but out of bounds
Pretty as it sounds
A mind over matter day
The ghost of a chance was shown her very cross
Her candyfloss
Her beauty lost to the world
Through an avenue of lime trees
The limits of a longing I've yet to discover