Abel - Angels In The Coffee Shop Lyrics

Freshly baked sourdough
But I can't seem to find my
Hunger Flour in the air It's
Particles dance in a small rainbow
Delicate fluffy pillow lips greased
With honey chapstick
I bite mine to catch it in the love net
And let go of the gross profit
This margin is seducing A nameless
Currency giving life The price?
Vulnerable nights smelling of
Freshly made rice and morning glory
We sit on the ends of the sofa holding
A cushion tight to our being
Endless silence as we engage in
A static dance where unknown is foe and friend
I want to open up your brain or heart
Or wherever you keep those unspoken
Acts hidden away and I want you
To tell me what to do
Tell me what do you want and I shapeshift
Guide those hands they will serve
They will play a fine melody until we sync
And the angels sing in harmony
Black americano It smells of raspberries
An ambulance wailing on the street and
I take a sip of warmth again and again
Is it really terrible to look for divinity everywhere?
I see my angels in the coffee shop
Sitting next to my usual table
I know they are watching and can't talk to them even
If I damage my chords and spit blood
I made countless altars in no ones name
Only in the name of a question
I'd trade it all away Night could absorb
The light but I want to know
Is this it?
This is what it's supposed to be?
Is this the thing that lives on forever?
This the right feeling?
Was this the plan?
How do I know if this is really the right thing?
I don't I can't know
Blinded by so much but the menu stays the same
I could eat everything always but won't get full
To know someone is there waiting for you is a blessing
See it Say it and I will be sorted