I’ve kissed the earth
In pots of steam,
And the softness
In the crunch of biscuits,
With the city at my feet in yellow lights,
Under starry nights.
And with each cup,
I’ve brewed your memory
Into my life.
I’ve kissed the earth
In pots of steam,
And the softness
In the crunch of biscuits,
With the city at my feet in yellow lights,
Under starry nights.
And with each cup,
I’ve brewed your memory
Into my life.