Bread Song

Okay, well I just woke up

And you already don't care

That I tried my best to hold you

Through the headset that you wear

And as tight as I might hold it

Over where the signal's good

There's no way to save your evening now

Through the little phone that could

And yes I was tempted

And it christened me lonely, I pretended to falter

And I burnt scented candles there

And I hung some good pictures where

The paintwork was perfect so no-one could doubt it

That I was still losing

So show me the land you acquired

And slip into something beside

The holes you try to hide

And lay out your rules for the night

Oh, don't eat your toast in my bed

Oh darling I

I never felt the crumbs until you said this place

Is not for any man

Nor particles of bread

Furnished your suffering

You played a good organ, the world gathered singing

Good words that you'd stolen

And every phone died then

And no-one had WiFi inside your apartment

So we knelt at your altar

Okay, well I just woke up

And you already don't care

That I tried my best to hold you

Through the headset that you wear

And as tight as I might hold

Over where the signal's good

There's no way to save your evening now

And I'm ready for us to be understood

So show me the land you acquired

And slip into something beside

The holes you try to hide

And lay out your rules for the night

Oh, don't eat your toast in my bed

Oh darling I

I never felt the crumbs until you said this place

Is not for any man

Nor particles of bread