Paper filter, folded twice
A circle poured in slow
One drop, two drops, watch them fall
In circles dark and slow
The busy morning in my head
Is letting itself go
The kitchen holds its breath with me
The morning holds it too
Drip by drip the cup fills up
Drip by drip I'm still
Taste and see that this is good
I have the time to fill
The dark blooms up beneath the pour
Like earth after the rain
And every slow and patient drop
Is washing off the day
Drip by drip the cup fills up
Drip by drip I'm still
Taste and see that this is good
I have the time to fill
Mmm... mmm... mmm
Drip by drip the cup fills up
Drip by drip I'm still
Taste and see that this is good
I have the time to fill
Paper filter, folded twice
Drip by drip I'm still
