[Verse 1 — percussive bass slaps] I've cooked a thousand different things Changed every spice to suit your whims You taste one plate that's slightly cold And forget the feasts you used to hold [Pre-Chorus — intimate baritone] My dinner cools behind the door I don't know what I'm hungry for [Chorus — playful rhythm, aching lift] Order up, order up, another round No thank-you ever makes a sound You want the moon served à la carte I give the hours, then the heart I'd close the kitchen, kill the flame But there are mouths here with no blame (One more plate, one more day) [Verse 2 — stuttering samples] My recipe's a folded page That never reached a dinner plate [Bridge — slow, layered] The sign says OPEN, so I stay Who feeds the cook when I'm away? [Outro — fragile falsetto] I set a place for me at last Then hear the bell and let it pass
