Reading Time with Pickle Songtext

von Regina Spektor

Walking home from work
Stop at the supermarket
The condiment aisle
A jar of pickles catches the eye
Made eye contact with a solitary pickle—ah!
Bought the jar, took it home

Then made it up the stairs
And made it through the doorway
And waded through the floor
Tried to head in the general direction of the bathroom
The truest room
In the whole damn
House

Sayin' love
Is the answer
To a question that I
Have forgotten
And I know I've been asked
So the answer has got to be
Love
Yeah

So feeding time with TV
Then sleeping time, not sleepy
So reading time with pickle
But where the bedside lamp had been
Is now emanating soft, soft green

Has it always been this way?
Is it possible that all this magic went unnoticed?
Maybe now things'll start to change
And life will turn a better page
No more rage

Sayin' love
Is the answer
To a question that I
Have forgotten
But I know I've been asked
And the answer's got to be love
La-love, la-la-la, la-la-love

Tomorrow, back to work again
But 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
After all

Man, pickle jars are just
Pickle jars
And pickles are just pickles
Ingredients:
Water, salt, cucumbers
Garlic and pickling spices

But love
Is the answer to a question that I
Have forgotten
And I know I've been asked
And the answer's got to be
Lo... love
Is the answer to a question that I
Have forgotten
And I know I've been asked
And the answer's got to be
Love
And the answer's got to be love
And the answer's got to be love
And the answer's got to be love