Bacon Lyrics, Letra:
Sierra Needle
I still smell your smoke
Long after you’ve gone
You linger in the air
After you’ve withdrawn
I save that which remains
The fat in which you cooked
A token of our love
A love affair mistook
I know that you were mine
You left me with your trace
And maybe space and maybe time
Took me from your grace
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Yet I will cook again
Flavoring with your grease
Whatever next I eat
Whatever next I feast