Warm Coffee (The Market Song)

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