Lletres: Cowboy Junkies. Pale Sun, Crescent Moon. Cold Tea Blues.
If I pour your cup, that is friendship
If I add you milk, that is manners
If I stop there, claiming ignorance of taste
That is tea
If I pour your cup, that is friendship
If I add you milk, that is manners
If I stop there, claiming ignorance of taste
That is tea
But if I measure the sugar
To satisfy your expectant tongue
Then that is love
But if I measure the sugar
To satisfy your expectant tongue
Then that is love
Sitting untouched and growing cold
If I add you milk, that is manners
If I stop there, claiming ignorance of taste
That is tea
If I pour your cup, that is friendship
If I add you milk, that is manners
If I stop there, claiming ignorance of taste
That is tea
But if I measure the sugar
To satisfy your expectant tongue
Then that is love
But if I measure the sugar
To satisfy your expectant tongue
Then that is love
Sitting untouched and growing cold
Cowboy Junkies
Pale Sun, Crescent Moon
Cowboy Junkies