Dantes Kitchen

Sometimes I find
I re-assemble my mind
To accept the design
Of my kitchen tonight
Took a part time lover
Like Dante’s brother
Heaven help us…
Sometimes i’m kind
To acquaintance of mine
It’s getting hard to decide
If my kitchen is right
Took a part time lover
Like Dante’s brother
Heaven help us…
Sometimes I’m blind
And my hands are so tied
To the walls that I climb
In my kitchen tonight
Took a part time lover
Like Dante’s brother
Heaven help us…
Took a part time lover
…to quieten my mind
Heaven help us…