Milk For One (Storm In A Tea Cup)

(альбом: The Boy With A Note - 1992)

That was Saturday night, this is Sunday morning
And anywhere else but here
I'd be fast asleep with chapel bells
Ringing in my ears
Any other day you couldn't wake me up
But there's mist on the estuary
Now I'm going downstairs to put the kettle on
I'm going to make you a cup of tea

There's a mist filling up the kitchen now
Has it come in from the lake?
The sun's burnt a hole in the clouds already
And I'm almost completely awake
The kettle is singing, I'm looking for milk
As I light up my first cigarette
It was a storm in a teacup, ripples on a pool
It can't be over yet
This is a night that we can both forget
This is a night that we can both forget

There's milk for one so I take mine black
Rest my head upon my arms
As the hills emerge and the curtains are pulled
In the houses and the farms
Then I'm woken with tea and the milk's in mine
And Sunday is burning bright
She runs her hands through my hair as she looks at the water
And says "why did you stay up all night?"