warm coffee (the market song)

she's the sort of girl you find early in the morning

somewhere at the markets

morning eyes

and she's the sort of girl you find down by the sea

for the sea never left

and i don't know much about her

because i met her at the markets and didn't ask her name

but her eyes were soft and her words were the same

but these were things that i

things that i was sure about

mmm

love

mmm

love

things where i

things where i felt the same

now that i am trying

now that i've been singing softly again

same way she said

thank you