The agoraphobia
Is setting in
Don't wanna go back on the outside
That Stockholm Syndrome
And now I only love my
Home
I only wanna make more sourdough loaves
And then all of the fishes in the sea
They wanna be free
But not me
Singing
All of the people on the beach
So careless and free
But not me
I am a slave to the yeast
Homebrewing is taking over me
Lately lately
Say
Lately leavened bread is all I eat
A slave to the yeast