The Smell of Coffee - Minor Majority

As you read the morning paper

She’s still sleeping like a child

The smell of coffee from the stove

It wakes her up, but you don’t know

Naked feet run down the staircase

A tired smile to keep you warm

The smell of coffee from the stove

It woke her up, and now you know

Tired feet run down the staircase

Her naked smile, to keep you warm

And as you pour the second cup

You realise, you’re not alone