a song to be sung while brewing coffee...
drip drip drip in the coffee pot
thoughts of you drop in a lot
you opened doors and rang the church bells loud
inside my heart and
i sang you a song
but you did not sing a long
i heard our harmonies
but you did not sing with me
no sugar no cream
i grind the darkest bean
the little bird she lost her wings
on the perfect wind machine
and i sang you a song
but you did not sing along
and i heard our harmonies
but you did not sing with me
you wanted to drink
of my black sea
and you wanted to taste
the strong woman in me
with the tip of your tongue
with the lick of your word
i was hot you were bothered
the higher you rose
the more i fell
you flew to heaven
i swam in hell
but i like the heat
you prefer the cold
if you ever want to drop down below
you know that
i'd sing you a song
and you could sing along
and you'd hear our harmonies
when you sing with me
drip drip drip in the coffee pot
