[Intro: nylon guitar, brushed drums, upright bass] [Verse 1] There's a place between the seconds Where the morning holds its breath Where the espresso meets the daylight And the world forgets the rest I cross my legs and lean back easy Watch the people come and go Everyone's a little story Moving soft and moving slow [Chorus] Between the sips I find my peace Between the sips the worries cease The milk is warm, the jazz is low And darling, I've got nowhere else to go Between the sips, between the sips Life tastes better on my lips [Verse 2] There's a man who reads the paper Like it's nineteen sixty-two And a girl who's writing letters With a pen of ocean blue The croissants are fresh and flaky And the morning light is gold Every cup's a tiny story Waiting to be told [Chorus] Between the sips I find my peace Between the sips the worries cease The milk is warm, the jazz is low And darling, I've got nowhere else to go Between the sips, between the sips Life tastes better on my lips [Bridge: soft scatting, nylon guitar solo] Da da-da da, da da-da da The sweetest things don't make a sound Da da-da da, da da-da da The best of life is sitting down [Chorus] Between the sips I find my peace Between the sips the worries cease The milk is warm, the jazz is low And darling, I've got nowhere else to go Between the sips, between the sips Life tastes better on my lips [Outro: fading nylon guitar, soft bass] Between the sips... Between the sips...
