Eating the Dead - Tunng

Lay you on my kitchen table

Cut you open tenderly

Eat your heart and eyes and mouth

Every word you spoke to me

Eat the day we swam at Whitby

Eat the wind as cold as ice

Eat the sun that warmed your skin

Your soft hand that reached for mine

Eat the coffee and the pancakes

Eat the films and fucks in bed

Eat the days the kids were born

The day we found out Jean was dead

Eat the roaring, blazing rows

Eat the never-ending hugs

Eat the anger and the kindness

Most importantly, your love

Lay you on my kitchen table

Cut you open tenderly

Eat your heart and eyes and mouth

Every word you spoke to me

Lay you on my kitchen table

Cut you open tenderly

Eat your heart and eyes and mouth

Every word you spoke to me