Songwriter's Breakfast

She's just a gypsy
She goes right where the wind blows
And she don't know how to settle
She's like the steam
Coming from the kettle
It's so silent
It's the machine that makes the sound
It's The Machine that tries to hold her down

Smile on my tongue
It raise the roof of my mouth
Open wide, Take a bite, Spit it out

Piece-meals are sold in pretty little packages
I should have known better
But I hadn't unwrapped it yet

Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah
Well someone's in the kitchen
And you're just wishing
That you could have the same
When love is all that remains

Don't put the kettle down
Don't put the kettle down
You better go and make a sound
Louder than The Machine

Darlin, don't put the kettle down
Don't put the kettle down
You better go and make a sound
Louder than The Machine

I'm just a loner
I don't want to be kept
And I don't want no one to own me
I can't remember the last time
Someone I loved phoned me
It's let me down
Your words so silent never make a sound
If love isn't real
Then why does it come around?

Well that's not love
No, not from you
No that's not love
If you don't want it to be yours

Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah
Well someone's in the kitchen
And you're just wishing
That you could have the same

Don't put the kettle down
Don't put the kettle down
You'd better go and make a sound
Louder than The Machine

Darlin, don't put the kettle down
Don't put the kettle down
You better go and make a sound
Louder than The Machine

Darlin, don't put the kettle down
Don't put the kettle down
You better go and make a sound
Louder than The Machine

Darlin, don't put the kettle down
Don't put the kettle down
You better go and make a sound
Louder than The Machine
Louder than The Machine
Louder than The Machine