Erika Lundahl - French Press Lyrics

French press in the afternoon
My hands pressed on to you
Coffee beans from Peru, coffee beans

Your skin is spruce and rain
My little heart cannot contain
Space heater makes a sound like a sigh

Oh human race my chest is heaving
Window fogging from heavy breathing
Ain't this a tale as old as time?

So cut me a big slice of cheese
Sit with me on the floor pretty please
Guitar and an old chess board
Nothing more today

News is filled with war and gore
Wolves are always at the door
So rest with me awhile more, rest

There'll be time enough to stare it down
The world on fire with a broken crown
Try our hands at mending, defending
Something pure and true
Well darlin' this here's good work too

Every time we soften
Our bodies mostly water can renew