Warm Coffee (The Market Song)

She's the sort of girl you find early in the morning

Somewhere at the markets morning eyes

& she is the sort of girl you find down by the sea

For the sea never left

& I don't know much about her

Because I met her at the markets didn't ask her name

But her eyes were soft & her words were the same

These were things that I, things that I was sure about

These were things where I, things where I felt the same

Now that I'm trying, now that I'm singing softly again

Same way she said thankyou when I told her she was beautiful

She's the sort of girl you find early in the winter

Cold wetsuit in hand and she's

The sort of girl you find down by the sea

For the sea it always comes where she goes

And she is the sort of girl that your father would love

Your mum would be so proud to show some things

And her eyes were soft & love is the same

These were things that I, things that I was sure about

These were things where I, things where I felt the same

Now that I'm trying, now that I'm singing softly again

Same way she said thankyou when I told her she was beautiful

Warm coffee on your lips, warm coffee on your lips, warm coffee on mine

Warm coffee on your lips, warm coffee on your lips, warm coffee in the morning light

Warm coffee on lips, warm coffee on your lips warm coffee on mine

& there was something in these thankyous there was something that was beautiful