Frank Turner - A Decent Cup of Tea lyrics
[Frank Turner - A Decent Cup of Tea lyrics]
It hadn’t been a day when
Everything had turned out right
She called me up and asked me
To come over in the night
To make her cups of tea and
Listen quietly as she starts
To list the latest list of bastards
Who have trampled on her heart
But she summers by my seat
And she winters without me
And she cries into her tea
That she’s secretly lonely
And what am I to do? It’s obvious to me
But she never seems to see
I see her in the nightclubs
I see her in the bars
At rooftop after parties
Or crammed into friends’ cars
And we talk about the weather
And how she drowns her pain in drink
And I nod and never ever dare
To tell her what I think
Cuz she summers by my seat
But she winters without me
And she cries into her tea
That she’s secretly lonely
And oh me, what am I to do?
It’s obvious to me
But she never seems to see
That it’s not about the days when
Everything has turned out right
No it’s more about the moments when
She calls me in the night
To make her cups of tea and wash
The weary worries from her head
And then to draw the pain out slowly
As I put her into bed
And I slip this information
Into all our conversations
But she never seems to listen
And she never seems to see
Everything had turned out right
She called me up and asked me
To come over in the night
To make her cups of tea and
Listen quietly as she starts
To list the latest list of bastards
Who have trampled on her heart
But she summers by my seat
And she winters without me
And she cries into her tea
That she’s secretly lonely
And what am I to do? It’s obvious to me
But she never seems to see
I see her in the nightclubs
I see her in the bars
At rooftop after parties
Or crammed into friends’ cars
And we talk about the weather
And how she drowns her pain in drink
And I nod and never ever dare
To tell her what I think
Cuz she summers by my seat
But she winters without me
And she cries into her tea
That she’s secretly lonely
And oh me, what am I to do?
It’s obvious to me
But she never seems to see
That it’s not about the days when
Everything has turned out right
No it’s more about the moments when
She calls me in the night
To make her cups of tea and wash
The weary worries from her head
And then to draw the pain out slowly
As I put her into bed
And I slip this information
Into all our conversations
But she never seems to listen
And she never seems to see