Dear John - Jordan Reyne

Dear John, Im writing to extend an invitation.

An opportunity to join us for a feast of food and celebration

Far beyone imagination, of what

you made of them or me, you made us what we are.

Cos you’re all heart John.

you’re all heart John.

Please take off your shoes and I will welcome you into my home

Oh it might seem kind of lonely till the other guests make themselves known

and thank you for your commendation of my choices, but there is only one

that is possible to keep you in the style to which you’ve become accustomed.

But you’re all heart John.

you’re all heart John.

Delicacy of flavour, oh it fills the senses, feel it come

in rarity and favours, all laid out since you were bred and born

and we only get to do this once, cos it’s far beyond our means.

But don’t let me bore you with the details — I know you want a taste of part of

each

Cos, you’re all heart John.

you’re all heart John.

A moments silence, please.

To thank our guests and bless this food that’s only yours to eat.

Oh and their names you find all written underneath each plate

each dish, each tasteless grave

but yes, you like the flavour

and you wont change.

you’re all heart John.

you’re all heart John.

you’re all heart John.

There but for the grace of god goes you or I

so taste every story, but do you recognise?

you’re so free with the glaze, and it disguises the taste

of what you know this if for.

What its for.

We, we’re all here.

We feel each bite, we feel each tear as you feed,

sew the seeds

your pound of flesh, your fiscal year.

Know what you, we know what you are, we know what you are, we know what you are,

we know what you are, we know what you are, we know what you are

dear john.

dear john.

dear john.

dear john.

dear john.

dear john.

dear john.