Cold rain on my copper coat
Heavy breath inside my throat
I watch the tile, white and clean
The softest light I've ever seen
Wait for the steam on the glass
Watch all the slow minutes pass
I smell the tea and the bread
Hungry for words left unsaid
I lean my chin on the wood
Standing where a good dog should
You stir the sugar in the cup
I wait for you to look back up
Wait for the steam on the glass
Watch all the slow minutes pass
I smell the tea and the bread
Hungry for words left unsaid
My paws are wet from the street
The linoleum feels like heat
A silver pot begins to sing
I wait to see what mercy brings
Wait for the steam on the glass
Watch all the slow minutes pass
I smell the tea and the bread
Hungry for words left unsaid
One little pat on my head
A place to sleep, a warm bed
The kettle whistles a tune
Under a pale winter moon
The door is open just a crack
I feel the wind upon my back
But here the air is thick and sweet
A golden place for tired feet
Wait for the steam on the glass
Watch all the slow minutes pass
I smell the tea and the bread
Hungry for words left unsaid
Just a little bit of tea
Finally you're looking at me
(Yeah, looking at me)
(Steam and silver)
