November 12, 2015

Lyrics

She's the sort of girl you find early in the morning, somewhere at the markets morning eyes,
& she is the sort of girl you find down by the sea, for the sea never left,
& I don't know much about her because I met her at the markets didn't ask her name,
But her eyes were soft & her words were the same,

These were things that I, things that I was sure about,
These were things where I, things where I felt the same,
Now that I'm trying, now that I'm singing softly again,
Same way she said thankyou when I told her she was beautiful,

She's the sort of girl you find early in the winter, cold wetsuit in hand and she's,
The sort of girl you find down by the sea, for the sea it always comes where she goes,
And she is the sort of girl that your father would love,
your mum would be so proud to show some things,
and her eyes were soft & love is the same,

These were things that I, things that I was sure about,
These were things where I, things where I felt the same,
Now that I'm trying, now that I'm singing softly again,
Same way she said thankyou when I told her she was beautiful,

Warm coffee on your lips, warm coffee on your lips, warm coffee on mine,
Warm coffee on your lips, warm coffee on your lips, warm coffee in the morning light,
Warm coffee on lips, warm coffee on your lips warm coffee on mine,
& there was something in these thankyous there was something that was beautiful.

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