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The fridge is humming low, the freezer bites
The leftovers we kept are frosty white
We tell each other everything's alright
But every plate is short a single bite
The kitchen used to roar with so much heat
We danced until the table shook its beat
We burned our fingers pulling out the tray
And laughed until we cried at the delay
The frost upon the door is soft and low
The hours on the shelf are sitting in a row
We peel the labels off with trembling hands
And wonder if it all was made of sand
The fridge is humming low, the freezer bites
The leftovers we kept are frosty white
We sit and stir the soup that feels too light
We swallow all the words we used to write
The fridge is humming low, the freezer bites
The leftovers we kept are frosty white
We tell each other everything's alright
But every plate is short a single bite
The frost upon the door is soft and low
The hours on the shelf are sitting in a row
We peel the labels off with trembling hands
And wonder if it all was made of sand
The fridge is humming low, the freezer bites
The leftovers we kept are frosty white
We sit and stir the soup that feels too light
We swallow all the words we used to write
The fridge is humming low, the freezer bites
The leftovers we kept are frosty white
We tell each other everything's alright
But every plate is short a single bite
