Coffee At Four

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Verse

The neon bleeds a violet hue,
Across the formica and the steam.
The clock says four, the city flew,
Past every window, lost in dream.
A ceramic cup, a silver spoon,
Stirs down the swirl to reach the bottom.
The waitress reads a paperback book,
While the night keeps its own quiet motion.

Chorus

Black as the void before the dawn,
Hot as the secret we haven't told.
Four o'clock is always alone,
In a restaurant that won't fold.
Sip by sip, the hours blur,
Shadows dancing on the floor.
For the night birds and the lost,
This is what the silence is for.

Verse

The clink of glass against the plate,
A sound so sharp, a sound so thin.
I watch the rain outside the gate,
And let the day long over begin.
The sugar cube dissolves away,
Like promises that never held.
The coffee tastes of yesterday,
And all the futures never told.

Chorus

Black as the void before the dawn,
Hot as the secret we haven't told.
Four o'clock is always alone,
In a restaurant that won't fold.
Sip by sip, the hours blur,
Shadows dancing on the floor.
For the night birds and the lost,
This is what the silence is for.

Bridge

The sun won't break the eastern wall,
Not yet, not in this half-light state.
I let the bitter passion fall,
Into the bone, into the weight.
No rush to meet the morning face,
No need to find a reason here.
Just the cup, the space, the place,
And the ghost of all that disappeared.

Chorus

Black as the void before the dawn,
Hot as the secret we haven't told.
Four o'clock is always alone,
In a restaurant that won't fold.
Sip by sip, the hours blur,
Shadows dancing on the floor.
For the night birds and the lost,
This is what the silence is for.

Outro

The silence is for...
The silence is for...
Just the cup, the space, the place.