Good Bread - The Weather Station, Marine Dreams

We lead a good life

In the fortune of the year

She can cut it with a sharp knife

So sharp that it don’t ever tear

I want to celebrate her

I want to be more more more

I was searching for a way to find me in my hunger

We lead a good life

Even in a half-caught stare

I’ve got everything in my sight

So clean and so full

I wanna celebrate her

I wanna warm warm warm

I want to be more more more

I was searching for a way to find me in my hunger

And in the thick of the summer

With the CN Tower

Seeming like it faded into many other dense years

But I’m gonna wait till somebody tells me

Somebody tells me, somebody tells me

It won’t fade anymore

Wait till somebody tells me

Somebody tells me, somebody tells me

That it won’t fade anymore