Flour on my hands Dawn on the counter Starter in the jar Bubbling like thunder Salt in the bowl Water warm as skin I fold you slow And I wait again You grow in the cloth You swell in the bowl The kitchen gets sweet Before you even show Crackling sourdough Warm in my two hands Crackling sourdough Tear and it understands Tang on my tongue Golden from the heat Crackling sourdough You make the whole room eat Dark crust shatters When the knife goes through Steam climbs out Like a secret new Butter melts fast Into every split Sharp little bite I keep chasing it You start with a spark Then you become more A little wild heart Leaning through the door Crackling sourdough Warm in my two hands Crackling sourdough Tear and it understands Tang on my tongue Golden from the heat Crackling sourdough You make the whole room eat Let it rest, let it rise Let the long night pass Morning in the crust Finally makes it last One more slice One more sigh That first clean smell Pulls me right inside Crackling sourdough Warm in my two hands Crackling sourdough Tear and it understands Tang on my tongue Golden from the heat Crackling sourdough You make the whole room eat
