The Tea Went Cold ——-Bittersweet Neo_soul Version

[Opening Hook] The tea went cold But you stayed here One cup, one chair Your shaking hand near mine The rain let go The room turned white Our crooked moon Was only paper in the light [Verse 1] Midnight rain kept tapping at the glass You said my name, then breathed against the line “I don’t know where else to go” I said, “Come over,” though my throat went dry I made two cups and spilled one on my sleeve Left the hallway light beneath the door When you arrived, your cuffs hid both your hands And neither of us knew what words were for [Pre-Chorus] I moved one chair beside the window frame And left an inch of darkness in between [Chorus] Your cup stayed warm beside your chair Our crooked paper moon kept turning there You left the brave words somewhere in the rain Your silence sitting next to mine Soft like this Rain on glass Your hand near mine The whole night passed Before the tea went cold [Verse 2] Your sleeve was damp where you had wiped your eyes I held the question underneath my tongue I wanted you to reach for me And hated how much I wanted it So I left my hand between us on the chair Where yours could find it without being asked Your little finger stopped an inch from mine The paper moon moved softly in the draft [Chorus] Your tea grew cold beside your chair Our crooked paper moon kept turning there You never said that everything was fine Your little finger touched the side of mine Soft like this Rain on glass Your hand found mine The whole night passed And then the tea went cold [Bridge] I wanted to hold you Scared I’d hold too hard Wanted you to need me Hated that part I nearly said, “Don’t leave me too” You looked at me Like you almost knew The steam grew thin The dark turned blue Your hand stayed still And mine stayed too [Final Chorus] Your cup is cold now beside your chair The morning finds our paper moon still there It lost the silver borrowed from the night Just folded paper in the waking light Soft like this Morning gray Your shoes by mine At break of day The tea went cold But neither hand let go [Outro] No perfect words No promise made Just your thumb Moving once Across my hand One cup One chair First light And you