Tea - By Sicily Miller
If only words could heal your wounds
Make them close without a scar
You'd be dancing round the kitchen
Like you always are
The conversation from before
I drank your speech like tea
For only I knew those may be
The last words you dare to speak
Make them close without a scar
You'd be dancing round the kitchen
Like you always are
The conversation from before
I drank your speech like tea
For only I knew those may be
The last words you dare to speak