Triple 000 flour caked upon my clogs
three batches of ravioli made today, one too wet, one too dry, final batch was perfect
The one person I want to see at the end of the day miles away
I respect it, a mother needs her daughter
A lonely man needs some libations, but this lonely man needs a change
A change of pace, of scenery, of learning to sleep next to someone
A change of pace, of scenery, of learning to sleep next to someone
It's been far too long and the moon is full every night and it shines
It shines so bright but what does it mean?
It shines so bright but what does it mean?
Is it a change of pace? Of lifestyle? Or of love?
For I love what it is I do
The sizzling pans talking to me in their familiar chatter
The food, oh it speaks to me in colors
The food, oh it speaks to me in colors
It talks to me, it speaks to me and informs me of when it's done
When it's done being cooked
When it's done being cooked
I've lost my passion, I've lost my dream
When really they are so close to me and maybe I can't fathom
How close I really am
I'm doing what I want to do...
How close I really am
I'm doing what I want to do...
I'm teaching a kid new to food
New to cooking, new to the world I love so much
What the world really has to offer
