[Verse 1]
When the kitchen clouds form heavy over me, then I'm gonna remember, that dance that did you in the angel outfit in December
[Chorus]
Clear the tables, fill the fridge with tambourines, make the call and dispatch. Clear the tables, lower the bridge for the limousines - Go on, put the door on the latch. There's too much love in this kitchen to go to bed
[Verse 2]
When the night's not finished, and you're looking for someone to kick on with, well just take my hand cause I know a little face you can love with
[Chorus]
Clear the tables, lower the bridge for the limousines - Go on, put the door on the latch. There's too much love in this kitchen to go to bed. You're loving it to d**h, the sun casts a madman silhouette. Realisations hard to swallow. We're not going to work tomorrow. Theres too much love in this kitchen to go to bed