Lyrics I'm Sorry That the Kitchen Is On Fire - Tamas Wells

Friday if you can see me then
If I can still pretend that the night
When danger over the oven speed led to the tragedy
Led to the fire
Comedy, danger or feeble to call
I wondered why you replied
It wouldn′t matter if I hadn't called you over to implore

You and me we had one degree
Me in Astronomy and you in my trials
You and me never once agreed
That I′d be the charity that you would dial
Comedy, danger or feeble to call
I wondered why you replied
It wouldn't matter if I hadn't called you over to implore