Afternoon Tea Lyrics
Zero view, enter cove;
icicles that hold.
Waiting at the heated stove,
warmness on the cold.
Conduction heat, its slow move;
fingertips of ice.
A heaven soup to never lose,
but nothing will suffice.
Frozen town,
surrounded now.
Idle hands of a workingman,
pushed to the brink.
Fitted plan in a foreign land,
mud smear slop sink.
A cloudly view in the afternoon:
stress and wishful sleep.
A clearer view, that’s seen soon,
fixed with a drink.
Frozen town,
surrounded now.
