Blue Kitchen Songtext
von Bourbon Princess

The hand was inches away from my face
Stings of glass beads dangling from fingers that shake
So slightly, they were gentle
They painted the kitchen blue
They waited like fans at a concert
They waited long for you

Couldn′t see the person the hand was connected to
Only smelled the salt of its palm
Read the words to its catchy song
The string gave way
The beads fell on my orange face
And scattered on the floor
By the door of the kitchen painted blue

The beads grew larger as they rolled
During which they acquired souls
Humming-along like a line of monks
The puddles on the floor left them drunk


I felt that hand dragging down my burning back
My face was pressed against the cash someone stashed
Under floorboards, under tiles
In the kitchen painted blue
I thought of that very first moment
The first time I slept with you

The beads grew tight around my throat
Looking very precious but they didn't choke
I can′t deny the sounds I heard
I was acutely aware of the closeness of you words


Lying next to me still sleeping
You licked the tongue I'm speaking
Feeding clues into my ears
I'm well aware of presence, dear
Big eyes, both closed
I won′t tell you everything I know
Blue sky, red earth
I dig the warmth of this dirt
I dig the warmth of this dirt
Blue sky, red earth
I dig the warmth of this dirt
Blue sky, red earth
I dig the warmth of this dirt
I dig the warmth of this dirt
I dig the warmth of this dirt
I dig the warmth of this dirt
I dig the warmth of this dirt
Blue sky, red earth
I dig the warmth of this dirt
I dig the warmth of this dirt
I dig the warmth of this dirt
I dig the warmth of this dirt
I dig the warmth of this dirt
(I dig the warmth of this dirt)
Blue sky, red earth