New Utensils Fever Ray

[Verse 1]
Bringing a bowl
Of pepper, sand, and salt
Get off at dawn
Digging a hole
Fill it with tinder and coal
Precious time on your own

[Verse 2]
We light the lantern
A slumber dancer
Takes a form
Perfect location
Site observation
In a song

[Chorus]
Maybe I come home Monday
Whatever works
Lips, fists, a mouthful of words

[Verse 3]
New utensils
Think of the season
Like a poem
Grass, leaves, and tree
It's not up to me
Anymore