歌詞

The first cup catches all the light

The bergamot says hello

The cozy lifts, the pot tips slow

The amber ribbon falls

The fragrance opens like a book

Of orchards behind walls

I hold the saucer like a gift

Because, in fact, it is

First warm sip of the reward

The week dissolves away

Sweeter than the honeycomb

The words the quiet says

The steam draws curls above the cup

The lace glows on the cloth

The lamb sits solemn at my side

As still as painted wool

No cup all week has tasted so

Entirely like mine

First warm sip of the reward

The week dissolves away

Sweeter than the honeycomb

The words the quiet says

The first cup of a set table

Is a door into the hour

It opens slow, it closes soft

And rest is on the other side

Mmm... mmm... mmm

First warm sip of the reward

The week dissolves away

Sweeter than the honeycomb

The words the quiet says

First warm sip of the reward

The week dissolves away

Sweeter than the honeycomb

The words the quiet says

The first cup set its golden tone

The afternoon agrees