Angels In The Coffee Shop Lyrics

Freshly baked sourdough

But I can't seem to find my

Hunger Flour in the air It's

Particles dance in a small rainbow

Delicate fluffy pillow lips greased

With honey chapstick

I bite mine to catch it in the love net

And let go of the gross profit

This margin is seducing A nameless

Currency giving life The price?

Vulnerable nights smelling of

Freshly made rice and morning glory

We sit on the ends of the sofa holding

A cushion tight to our being

Endless silence as we engage in

A static dance where unknown is foe and friend

I want to open up your brain or heart

Or wherever you keep those unspoken

Acts hidden away and I want you

To tell me what to do

Tell me what do you want and I shapeshift

Guide those hands they will serve

They will play a fine melody until we sync

And the angels sing in harmony

Black americano It smells of raspberries

An ambulance wailing on the street and

I take a sip of warmth again and again

Is it really terrible to look for divinity everywhere?

I see my angels in the coffee shop

Sitting next to my usual table

I know they are watching and can't talk to them even

If I damage my chords and spit blood

I made countless altars in no ones name

Only in the name of a question

I'd trade it all away Night could absorb

The light but I want to know

Is this it?

This is what it's supposed to be?

Is this the thing that lives on forever?

This the right feeling?

Was this the plan?

How do I know if this is really the right thing?

I don't I can't know

Blinded by so much but the menu stays the same

I could eat everything always but won't get full

To know someone is there waiting for you is a blessing

See it Say it and I will be sorted