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 mouth full 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 mouth full 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
New Utensils Video (MV)
Performed By: Fever Ray
From Album: Radical Romantics
Written by: Karin Elizabeth Dreijer, Olof Bjorn Dreijer
Year: 2023
Fever Ray - New Utensils Lyrics
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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 mouth full 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 mouth full 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
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 mouth full 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 mouth full 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
Writer: Karin Elizabeth Dreijer, Olof Bjorn Dreijer
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
