Lyric

Half a lemon

Blue rubber band

Three little carrots

One careful hand

The note on the door

Had started to curl

Buy eggs

Call back

Be nice to the world

I stood in the light

With my sleeves pulled down

Cold on my knees

No one around

Fridge Hummed Around My Truth

Low little moon

In the kitchen blue

Fridge Hummed Around My Truth

I kept it behind

What I almost used

Tuesday

Bread

Don’t forget

Don’t forget

Something in plastic

Looked back at me

Too good to throw out

Too tired to eat

A jar full of olives

A spoon in the sink

I knew what I wanted

Then lost it to thinking

Fridge Hummed Around My Truth

Low little moon

In the kitchen blue

Fridge Hummed Around My Truth

I kept it behind

What I almost used

Best before

Best before

Best before

I was sure

Use by

Use by

Use by

I don’t know why

I wrote down tomatoes

And underlined tea

Left out the sentence

That kept leaving me

The door light was tender

The room was too clear

I put back the carton

And stayed standing there

Not hungry

Not full

Not ready

Not cruel

Just a small cold place

With a clean white face

Holding what I could not move

Fridge Hummed Around My Truth

Low little moon

In the kitchen blue

Fridge Hummed Around My Truth

I kept it alive

By not touching it soon

Fridge Hummed Around My Truth

Behind the milk

Behind the fruit

Fridge Hummed Around My Truth

I closed the door

And it stayed true

The note said tomorrow

But I knew it meant me