Walking home from work Stop at the supermarket, condemement aisle A jar of pickles catches the eye Make eye contact with a solitary pickle Bought the jar took it home Made it up the stairs Made it through the doorway, waded through the floor Tried to head in the general direction of the bathroom door The truest room in the whole damn house Singin' love is the answer to a question That I have forgotten But I know I've been asked And the answer has got to be love love love Now Feeding time with TV Then sleeping time, not sleepy So reading time with pickle But were the bed side lamp had been Is now a milignant soft soft green Has it always been this way? Is it possible all this magic went unnoticed? Maybe things will start to change And life will turn a better page No more rain Singin' love is the answer To a question i know I've been asked And the answer has got to be love love love Tomorrow back to work again Run to the supermarket, running hopeful through the aisles Haven't been this happy in a long time But not a single jar was smiling afterall But pickle jars are just pickle jars And pickles are just pickles Ingredients ... water, salt, cucumber, garlic and pickling spices But love is the answer to a question That I've forgotten But I know I've been asked And the answere has got to be love Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com