Текст Joshua James – Kitchen Tile

It’s tile in kitchen, a cut incision
How painful is our hate
Did you mistake me for a friend, for a…
Wooden table, a child’s ladle?

Well we all belong somewhere
It seems we all belong right here
Yeah, we all belong to something, my dear
What better something than our fear?
I left through our kitchen window
Cut my foot along the way
Saw my skin turn from red to yellow
And my pupils turn stone grey

‘Cause it’s tile in kitchen, a deep incision
How painful is our fate
Did you mistake me for a friend, for a friend, for a…
Bright new morning, a childhood story
A memory I never ever had?
Or are you still mad about who you are?
About who you are, about who you are
About who you are