The Recipe 歌詞

Time to make the perfect dish The tables set, everything is in place But was it vegetable or fish? You search your memory for the faintest of trace Laying out the cutlery The utensils and scribbled notes from early efforts up until now And Then one day It slowly floats in view For you to behold Yes, then one day How everything just grew In search for fools gold. Was it hot or was it cold? So long ago, was it you, was it true? Bits and pieces in a mould Put together to what you pursue Looking for the perfect recipe Looking for something but not the way it was at all but how you recall And Then one day You surprisingly behold How all the days flew And Then one day You've looked for something old Instead of something new