Lyrics

Measure by measure
The dream begins
Perfect mother nature’s
Multitude of sins

Washing hands
They must be clean
Bringing out the things I need
Pinches of this and that
Chemistry biology and agriculture

Stirring up the mixture
Up to elbows like white gloves
Apron unrecognizable
Too soiled to wipe the hands on
Pictures make it look so good
Show it to the neighbourhood
Good things come to those who wait
Glass of wine don’t hesitate

Sitting in the silence
Picturing the outcome
Filling in the spaces
Where you will soon appear
Feeling movement from within
Buying things to put you in
Preparation will be wise
Turn the tiny light on watch you rise

Turn the tiny light on
Watch you rise…

Eve cracks and peers out
Passed from one half to another
Releasing from its cozy shell
Into the waiting arms of mother
Warm aroma gathering
perfectly baked welcoming
Hey mom Adam’s home!!