Lyric

A cup of coffee is just a guarantee

For writing a cheap story full of lies

A cup of coffee I’m working with

For the same old story looking out the window

Just a matter of fact It’s got to be done

Just a matter of time It’s getting cold

A cup of coffee is only running out

While I’m fighting with the matters of her and him

What she and he do is a chain of words

Must be as free as the nighttime

Just a matter of fact She and he can wait

Until I have another cup

Just a matter of time She and he can move

While I have another cup

I wish that she and he could run away

From the world of paper, of my mind

I wish that I had nothing to write

I’d rather be a painter than a writer, than a poet

I got tired of the chains of words

I really wanna fly away

Through the window into the night

A cup of coffee you have in the cafe

I’m just a word It’s all about me

A cup of coffee is not what I want

What I want is another sweet melody

Don’t let me have those last till dawn

Don’t let me have soul rub till dawn

I wish that I could run away

From the world of paper, of your mind

I wish that I had nothing to write

I’d rather be a painter than a writer, than a poet

I got tired of the chains of words

I really wanna fly away

Through the window into the night