hot water, some tetley, a cold snowy day pondering.
Lyrics
reaching the bottom
those leaving there
searching the patterns
the mysteries shared
climbing the rim
perusing the scene
forgotten like past sins
asleep in your dreams
and black tea
reaching and incensed
those lief to despair
searching the heavens
for someone who dares
climbing the wall
perusing your will
forgotten like past hopes
asleep in your kilns
and black tea
close your eyes for an instant
let the world rearrange
nothing remains constant
except to see and change
and black tea
