Letters and Coffee

(hmmmmm) Drifted letters sometimes on the page

When I feel the sudden rush of rage

And I think I might be going insane

Tracing circles in the pouring rain

But there's a coffee shop on the corner where we met

Writing down the words that I haven't finished yet With the steam

rising up from the cup in my hand And

you were the only one

who could understand

Ink-stained fingers on a worn-out sheet Listening to footsteps on the street

I lost the path but I kept the spark Searching for your

silhouette in the dark

At that coffee shop on the corner where we met

Writing down the words that I haven't finished yet With the steam

rising up from the cup in my hand And

you were the only one who could understand

(yeah, we met) Drifted letters in the afternoon heat

At the corner where we used to meet