The Second Cup

Intro (Mm) one more, unhurried Verse The first one's for getting through, you drink it standing up. It tastes of hurry, it tastes of proof, you barely taste the cup. Pre-Chorus But somewhere between the doing and whatever comes after that, there's a kettle that clicks in an empty kitchen and a chair that knows where you sat. Chorus This is the second cup. Nothing depends on it. No one is waiting past the last of it — and that is the point. Verse You sit with your back to the window, the street doing what streets do. Steam on your glasses, hands wrapped round, and an hour that belongs to you. Chorus This is the second cup. Nothing depends on it. No one is waiting past the last of it — and that is the point. Bridge I'm not against the first one, it gets the machinery turned. But the second is the one that says you don't have to have earned it. Chorus This is the second cup. Nothing depends on it. No one is waiting past the last of it — and that is the point. Outro (Mm) steam on the glass. (Mm) an hour with no name.