Butterscotch Rooibos Tea

Indie folk, acoustic folk, chamber pop, breathy female vocals, fingerpicking guitar, pedal steel

[Intro] [Simple, warm acoustic guitar melody—gentle and circular]

[Verse 1] The floorboards creak beneath the morning weight The red dust settles, it’s never late It’s the rhythm of the dishes and the walk to the train The quiet endurance of the sun and the rain I used to want the clouds to be made of gold But the dirt is the only thing I can actually hold It’s the ground beneath the garden, the roots in the dark The steady, silent beat of a resting heart.

[Pre-Chorus] [Soft piano chords enter] And I don’t pull my hand from the kettle’s breath I’m learning to love what’s left.

[Chorus] It’s a Butterscotch Rooibos tea kind of life The velvet mercy and the edge of the knife A little bit of candy for the years on my tongue To balance out the wood where the shadows are hung Oh, the sweetness is earned when the water stays hot I’m drinking the whole cup, for everything I’ve got.

[Verse 2] I let it sit a little longer than I should Until the gold turns dark like the heart of the wood There’s a sting in the throat, a ghost of a sigh The way a memory hurts when you look it in the eye But the bitter is the anchor, it’s the weight in the bone It’s the only way the sugar isn’t standing alone You need the sting to know that the fire was real To remember exactly how it felt to feel.

[Chorus] In this Butterscotch Rooibos tea kind of life The velvet mercy and the edge of the knife A little bit of candy for the years on my tongue To balance out the wood where the shadows are hung Oh, the sweetness is earned when the water stays hot I’m drinking the whole cup, for everything I’ve got.

[Bridge] [Pedal steel swells into a crying, melodic line; intensity builds slightly] So let the steam rise up and blur out the room I’m unafraid of the heat, I’m unafraid of the gloom If the cup was only sugar, it’d be hollow and thin I want the earth and the ache to be folded in I’m trusting the steep I’m diving in deep.

[Guitar Solo] [Lyrical acoustic solo with a slight "wobble" in the tone, very emotive and raw]

[Outro] [Music fades to just a single guitar and a hushed vocal] The red earth... The velvet... The sting... It’s a masterclass in the balance of things. [Final lingering guitar pluck]

[End]

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[Intro] [Simple, warm acoustic guitar melody—gentle and circular] [Verse 1] The floorboards creak beneath the morning weight The red dust settles, it’s never late It’s the rhythm of the dishes and the walk to the train The quiet endurance of the sun and the rain I used to want the clouds to be made of gold But the dirt is the only thing I can actually hold It’s the ground beneath the garden, the roots in the dark The steady, silent beat of a resting heart. [Pre-Chorus] [Soft piano chords enter] And I don’t pull my hand from the kettle’s breath I’m learning to love what’s left. [Chorus] It’s a Butterscotch Rooibos tea kind of life The velvet mercy and the edge of the knife A little bit of candy for the years on my tongue To balance out the wood where the shadows are hung Oh, the sweetness is earned when the water stays hot I’m drinking the whole cup, for everything I’ve got. [Verse 2] I let it sit a little longer than I should Until the gold turns dark like the heart of the wood There’s a sting in the throat, a ghost of a sigh The way a memory hurts when you look it in the eye But the bitter is the anchor, it’s the weight in the bone It’s the only way the sugar isn’t standing alone You need the sting to know that the fire was real To remember exactly how it felt to feel. [Chorus] In this Butterscotch Rooibos tea kind of life The velvet mercy and the edge of the knife A little bit of candy for the years on my tongue To balance out the wood where the shadows are hung Oh, the sweetness is earned when the water stays hot I’m drinking the whole cup, for everything I’ve got. [Bridge] [Pedal steel swells into a crying, melodic line; intensity builds slightly] So let the steam rise up and blur out the room I’m unafraid of the heat, I’m unafraid of the gloom If the cup was only sugar, it’d be hollow and thin I want the earth and the ache to be folded in I’m trusting the steep I’m diving in deep. [Guitar Solo] [Lyrical acoustic solo with a slight "wobble" in the tone, very emotive and raw] [Outro] [Music fades to just a single guitar and a hushed vocal] The red earth... The velvet... The sting... It’s a masterclass in the balance of things. [Final lingering guitar pluck] [End]

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