[Verse 1] [baritone male vocals] I take my eggs without a salt, My broth without the green, My coffee dark, my fish un-tart, The plainest you have seen. [Verse 2] They call me bland, they mock my taste, And think my world is gray, [brass section enters with staccato stabs] But they miss the secret fires I light When they have looked away. [Verse 3] For they don't see the heavy spice, The oils that richly gleam, The pepper on the chicken rice, The vinegar in steam. [Verse 4] A hidden warmth within the dish, A sudden, sharp delight— They think my life is color-blind, But I feast in the night. [Bridge] the textures and the flavors the bitterness delicacies of the mix [Outro] They call me bland, they mock my taste, And think my world is gray, They think my life is color-blind, But I feast in the night. But I feast in the night.
