[Intro]
[Verse]
White flour drifting like the winter snow
Knuckles working hard on the seasoned dough
Fire in the brick oven starts to glow
The clock on the wall is moving slow
[Verse]
Tomato vines crushed in a porcelain bowl
Oregano leaves for the kitchen soul
Every topping finds its proper role
Taking heat to reach the final goal
[Chorus]
We are the cooks of the circular crust
In the warmth of the hearth we put our trust
From the rolling pin to the golden dust
Serving the hunger is an absolute must
[Chorus]
We are the cooks of the circular crust
In the warmth of the hearth we put our trust
From the rolling pin to the golden dust
Serving the hunger is an absolute must
[Bridge]
Cardboard squares stacked tall by the door
Engines hum and the shadows cross the floor
Walking the path to the front porch light
Bringing the feast through the quiet night
[Verse]
Knock on the wood and the steam escapes
Different hungers taking different shapes
Cheese pulling soft like silk drapes
Vineyards flowing through the purple grapes
[Chorus]
We are the cooks of the circular crust
In the warmth of the hearth we put our trust
From the rolling pin to the golden dust
Serving the hunger is an absolute must
[Chorus]
We are the cooks of the circular crust
In the warmth of the hearth we put our trust
From the rolling pin to the golden dust
Serving the hunger is an absolute must
[Outro]