This is how it is, no dramatic scenes You read your morning paper, I read my magazine Happy weatherman says, we need the rain But I don't know what he's thinking It's been coming down for days
And this brew is just too bitter Too strong for me to drink Gonna pour it down the drain right now Right down the kitchen sink
Cold coffee in my cup You turn the TV up Breakfast at our house
And this is how it is And it's no easy trick We can promise what we want to But we can't make it stick
Half a life ago, with this ring we wed And now we're sittin' at this table With the things we never said
But to come right out and say 'em Would be rude and out of place So I'll keep it to myself I guess But it's written all across your face
Burnt toast and offerings That's what the morning brings Breakfast at our house
So here's to all the young boys To all the fair haired girls Who ran away on honeymoons Who married in a whirl
Whose pretty bed of roses Feels like a bed of coals Who sit at breakfast tables And stare into their bowls
Who had their dreams of love But now they're waking up Breakfast at our house
Cold coffee in my cup You turn the TV up Breakfast at our houseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
