The pot's still warm beneath its lid
The window's warm as well
The first cup did the waking up
The second's just for me
No reason and no hurry now
Just warm and finally free
Nobody's waiting on me now
And no one's keeping time
Fill it up a little more
My cup runs over slow
Goodness follows quiet hours
Everywhere they go
Steam writes little letters up
Above the china rim
I answer with a slower breath
The afternoon leans in
Fill it up a little more
My cup runs over slow
Goodness follows quiet hours
Everywhere they go
Mmm... mmm... mmm
Fill it up a little more
My cup runs over slow
Goodness follows quiet hours
Everywhere they go
The pot's still warm beneath its lid
My cup runs over slow
