[00:01.727]The kitchen still holds the scent of our first day
[00:05.764]The radio still hums the tune we used to play
[00:09.800]The sweetness that we tasted has tied me to the ground
[00:13.909]And every sip I take has left me spellbound
[00:19.382]We baked a loaf with honey, that's an art
[00:23.418]You taught me how to slice it right from the start
[00:27.418]We spread the butter while the music played
[00:30.509]And every crumb we dropped was a wish we made
[00:35.009]The recipe is torn, the stove is cold
[00:38.536]The loaf we made is gone, the flour is old
[00:42.555]The honey in the jar has turned to sticky lead
[00:46.627]And every bite we took goes through my head
[00:50.100]The kitchen still holds the scent of our first day
[00:54.118]The radio still hums the tune we used to play
[00:58.155]The sweetness that we tasted has weighed me down
[01:02.209]And every sip I take makes me wear a frown
[01:06.191]The kitchen still holds the scent of our first day
[01:10.191]The radio still hums the tune we used to play
[01:14.191]The sweetness that we tasted has tied me to the ground
[01:18.264]And every sip I take has left me spellbound
[01:39.209]The recipe is torn, the stove is cold
[01:42.691]The loaf we made is gone, the flour is old
[01:46.745]The honey in the jar has turned to sticky lead
[01:50.727]And every bite we took goes through my head
[01:54.200]The kitchen still holds the scent of our first day
[01:58.200]The radio still hums the tune we used to play
[02:02.164]The sweetness that we tasted has weighed me down
[02:06.218]And every sip I take makes me wear a frown
[02:10.127]The kitchen still holds the scent of our first day
[02:14.091]The radio still hums the tune we used to play
[02:18.073]The sweetness that we tasted has tied me to the ground
[02:22.164]And every sip I take has left me spellbound