Tears In Your Cup

By nature you are quiet

Your shyness leaves your wisdoms on the floor

But if I want to hear you talk, I

See you when you’re under your favourite spell

I always thought that there were

Tears in your cup

But years went by and I never heard you cry

It’s you and the Yardbirds

You on your own, drinking wine

And I can’t turn the volume down

Now it’s ”anything and more for your love”

I let it go, why deny you the fun?

Expelled the Marxist ghost

The cynical consumerist remains

I suppose I want to be depressed when I

See you when you’re under your favourite spell

And I always thought that there were

Tears in your cup

But years went by and I never saw you cry

It’s you, Ten Years After

And a bottle of scotch

In your tobacco jacket out in the cold

You raise your glass and indulge in ”Love like a man”

I let it go, why deny you the fun?

I let it go, why deny you the fun?

It’s you and the Stones now

Sharing some alcohol

You’ll have whatever Keith has

And I always thought that there were

Tears in your cup

You're under a blanket, out in the cold

Sing along, will you?

”This will be the last time”

I let it go, why deny you the fun?

Let it go, why deny you the fun?