After Hours Songtext

All alone and I'm singing bossa novas
It's after hours but I'm still sober
The kettle on the stove is about to boil over
And I don't think that time could move much slower
Cause it's getting old
Meanwhile all the dishes are piling up
Like denali on the scale of a teacup
All the burners on the stove are winking at me
They know that everyday something
Catches flame and is set free