Black Tea

Lyrics

[Intro] Grey weathered hair flowing long Comb it while I hum a song Thinking of the two scores ago when I lost my wife Wrinkled, spotted, worn hairness Standing, staring at the land where I used to frolic The reason I had life [Verse 1] Welcome to the tea time, the liquid is a metaphoric brew Symbolize my feelings I often sit and listen to the sun As a means of staying attuned to my surroundings (My surroundings, my surroundings, my surroundings, my surroundings) Often interrupted by amplified dripping Echoing through the house bouncing off the memories Returning back to awakening, the finite tea is salt (Salt, salt, salt, salt) Sip it slowly, in rhythm with the falling [?] Visions of the dance ping pong around inside Inside where I spend most of my time (Time, time, time) Both the mind and the body The other departed some time ago and left with her And now I'm just a shell filling my insides with tea Tears (Tears, tears, tears, tears) [Interlude] It's the tenth day of the tenth month Clouds darken the skies Chill rain falls Death's dragon rides like [?] Behind my thin wall by my small [?] I brew my milk? tea The last fruit clings to the tree The wind [?] With one blow he cuts it down [Verse 2] The bell tolls, awakens me from my nap Still nothing next to me, it doesn't change It never will, it seems dreams of that day begin brewing (Brewing, brewing, brewing, brewing) Wait for the pot to sound off You'd think I'd be enlightened with all these bells and whistles What an oxymoron, opposition of that day (Day, day, day, day) Dismissal of the guilt is all too impossible Sit with head in hands, it's a day's regiment [?] unheard of, routine is now my best friend (Friend, friend, friend, friend) I'm no stranger to the cold I welcome it to sit and share a cup And we can talk and catch up on what is happening since we last met My end of the conversation grows shorter every time we get together I look up to the overcast [?] scared of the search for topics To break this uncomfortable silence Again, I'm brought back by the sounds of crits[?] As I sink myself in tea black with desperation October, the time I hate the most I feel so lonely on the tenth More so than during the holiday season or her birthday A bittersweet day Signifying the beginning and the end of something beautiful [Outro] Draped in her favorite comforter Wrapped up in what's left We get to blink sometimes I sip my tea And await tomorrow