Cookies on the Radiator

Paroles de « Cookies on the Radiator »

Verse

Flour on the kettle lid,
tea towel where the sugar hid,
oven glove with one burnt thumb,
salt tin rattling like a drum.

Pre-Chorus

Is that him at the door?
Is that him at the door?

Chorus

Cookies on the radiator

Verse

Coats are dripping on the tiles,
boots in two uneven piles,
cracker hats and cold mince pies,
window fogged at both my eyes.

Pre-Chorus

Is that him at the door?
Is that him at the door?

Chorus

Cookies on the radiator

Verse

Hall light on above the mat,
snow still melting off his hat —
no, that's mine, hung up at four;
his peg's the empty one by the door.

Pre-Chorus

Is that him at the door?
Is that him at the door?

Chorus

Cookies on the radiator

Bridge

Nan's got the clock in her hand,
she winds it, then she counts us down;
the lamp in the hall's still on,
I changed the bulb at noon.
He said he'd be here by ten,
the road through the hills is white,
so the plate stays on the table
and the front step keeps its light.

Chorus

Cookies on the radiator

Verse

Tinsel taped along the shelf,
kettle steaming to itself,
two chairs pushed against the wall,
one mug waiting in the hall.

Pre-Chorus

Is that him at the door?
Is that him at the door?

Chorus

Cookies on the radiator

Chorus

Cookies on the radiator