Fever Ray - New Utensils lyrics

[Fever Ray - New Utensils lyrics]

Bringing a bowl of pepper, sand and salt
Get off at dawn

Digging a hole fill it with tinder and coal
Precious time on your own

We light the lantern a slumber dancer
Takes a form perfect location
Site observation in a song

Maybe I come home monday whatever works
Lips fists
A mouthful of words

New utensils think of the season
Like a poem

Grass, leaves and tree it's not up to me
Anymore

Maybe I come home monday whatever works
Lips fists
A mouthful of words

They’re always hungry
I might just spare some striking clouds
We bend our routine be nice to me
Before you're gone

Maybe I come home monday whatever works
Lips fists
A mouthful of words
West coast is the best coast
We feast in the east pull up
A skirt grind
A beast

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