Bread & Butter Husband
Ginny doing dishes
Is she nearly finished
We are in the kitchen
Then we watch a movie
All the ways that we could be together
We are being together
Being together
Being
Full of pie and full of chips
And going full on hell for leather
Inhabiting a sofa
Bloating and devoting
All our efforts to a bottle and a bag of chipsticks
Knowing full well it's not
Where we are but who we are
I can feast & I can build
A cafeteria but never on my own
Showing our wealth but not
Pennies or a pot of gold
I can feast for hours on
The bread and butter of the feeling of a home
Climbing up a hill
In middling weather
Taking a visit to sheep, to river
And oh what a view
I cannot describe it in words
A verse and herds of cattle
Come on come out
Cos the feelings the best
Height to the south
And wind to the west
Nobody can ever say to our face
We lived a life the lowest life
Knowing full well it's not
Where we are but who we are
I can feast & I can build
A cafeteria but never on my own
Showing our wealth but not
Pennies or a pot of gold
I can feast for hours on
The bread and butter of the feeling of a home
Is she nearly finished
We are in the kitchen
Then we watch a movie
All the ways that we could be together
We are being together
Being together
Being
Full of pie and full of chips
And going full on hell for leather
Inhabiting a sofa
Bloating and devoting
All our efforts to a bottle and a bag of chipsticks
Knowing full well it's not
Where we are but who we are
I can feast & I can build
A cafeteria but never on my own
Showing our wealth but not
Pennies or a pot of gold
I can feast for hours on
The bread and butter of the feeling of a home
Climbing up a hill
In middling weather
Taking a visit to sheep, to river
And oh what a view
I cannot describe it in words
A verse and herds of cattle
Come on come out
Cos the feelings the best
Height to the south
And wind to the west
Nobody can ever say to our face
We lived a life the lowest life
Knowing full well it's not
Where we are but who we are
I can feast & I can build
A cafeteria but never on my own
Showing our wealth but not
Pennies or a pot of gold
I can feast for hours on
The bread and butter of the feeling of a home
Credits
Writer(s): Alex Auldsmith
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