A Decent Cup of Tea
It hadn't been a day when
Everything had turned out right
She called me up and asked me
To come over in the night
To make her cups of tea and
Listen quietly as she starts
To list the latest list of bastards
Who trampled on her heart
She summers by my seas
But she winters without me
And she cries into her tea
That she's secret lonely
Oh me, what am I to do
It's obvious to me
She never seems to see
I'd see her in the nightclubs, I'd meet her in the bars
On rooftop after-parties or crammed into friend's cars
And we'd talk about the weather
And how she drowns her pain in drink
And I nod and never ever
Dare to tell her what I think
She summers by my seas
But she winters without me
And she cries into her tea
That she's secret lonely
Oh me, what am I to do
It's obvious to me
She never seems to see
That it's not about the days
When everything has turned out right
Yeah it's more about the moments
When she calls me in the night
To make her cups of tea
And wash the weary worries from her head
And then to draw the pain out slowly
As I put her into bed
And I slip this information
Into all our conversations
She never seems to listen
She never seems to see
Everything had turned out right
She called me up and asked me
To come over in the night
To make her cups of tea and
Listen quietly as she starts
To list the latest list of bastards
Who trampled on her heart
She summers by my seas
But she winters without me
And she cries into her tea
That she's secret lonely
Oh me, what am I to do
It's obvious to me
She never seems to see
I'd see her in the nightclubs, I'd meet her in the bars
On rooftop after-parties or crammed into friend's cars
And we'd talk about the weather
And how she drowns her pain in drink
And I nod and never ever
Dare to tell her what I think
She summers by my seas
But she winters without me
And she cries into her tea
That she's secret lonely
Oh me, what am I to do
It's obvious to me
She never seems to see
That it's not about the days
When everything has turned out right
Yeah it's more about the moments
When she calls me in the night
To make her cups of tea
And wash the weary worries from her head
And then to draw the pain out slowly
As I put her into bed
And I slip this information
Into all our conversations
She never seems to listen
She never seems to see
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Writer(s): Francis Edward Turner
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