歌詞

The icebox has been keeping

A cold secret just for me

The afternoon got warm and slow

The good kind of a blur

So I go visit the icebox

Where the cold things always were

Three cubes of ice, a tall glass

And the coffee from this morning

Cold coffee in a sweating glass

On the shady kitchen step

Like cold water to a weary soul

It's the nicest news I get

The ice talks in its little clicks

Each sip's a small parade

I press the glass against my cheek

And borrow all its shade

The afternoon leans on the door

And asks for one as well

Cold coffee in a sweating glass

On the shady kitchen step

Like cold water to a weary soul

It's the nicest news I get

No meeting waits, no bell will ring

The glass can take an hour

The condensation draws small maps

Of no particular power

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Cold coffee in a sweating glass

On the shady kitchen step

Like cold water to a weary soul

It's the nicest news I get

Cold coffee in a sweating glass

On the shady kitchen step

Like cold water to a weary soul

It's the nicest news I get

The icebox kept its promise

And I kept the afternoon