After one cup
Teaches primary school and his students do not know
the numbers
- bpm
- 162
- key
- E minor
- energy
- 0.73
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.55
- vocal at
- 1.7s
- length
- 4:34
- language
- En
lyrics
Seven twelve, by the glass door frame Steam on your sleeve, you said my name One brown cup, my hands shook the tray You took oat milk, then looked away Rain on the tram glass, hard and thin Your notebook closed, your spoon slid in You wrote my order on the paper sleeve One glance only, and you made me believe The room went still, the grinder died Your eyes held mine, then slid aside You folded napkins, counted four I felt my ribs hit the floor After one cup After one cup After one cup After one cup Next week, same coat, same cracked red seat You said, "two shots, and cinnamon heat" My tongue went dry, my watch ticked slow You knew that stain where the brown rings go Late November, salt on the boots You kept the change by the cracked stone roots You set it down with a quiet grin Like you had mapped me from skin to skin The spoon bent clean in the ceramic dish You read my face before I could wish I heard the cups in the steel sink land You knew my life by the shape of my hand After one cup After one cup After one cup After one cup By the harbor wall, cold fog hung low The ferry horn cut through the snow You said my order like a fact, not a vow And I still taste that first black brew now After one cup After one cup After one cup After one cup