Blue Cup, Grey Sill
Style: Irish air

[Verse 1]
A blue cup on a grey sill
light above it flickering slow
I never noticed either one
before you moved in soft and low

[Pre-chorus]
Nothing here was ever much
just a room I used to pass through
now I stand here half the evening
waiting on the sound of you

[Chorus]
Efa, you make the small hours kind
you turn the ordinary true
I could point to any object
and it means more since I met you

[Verse 2]
The light still stutters overhead
the cup still sits there chipped and blue
but I stopped seeing what it was
the day I started seeing you

[Chorus]
Efa, you make the small hours kind
you turn the ordinary true
I could point to any object
and it means more since I met you

[Bridge]
I don't need the lights to work
I don't need the room to change
just you, moving through the kitchen
calling me by name

[Chorus]
Efa, you make the small hours kind
you turn the ordinary true
I could point to any object
and it means more since I met you

[Outro]
That cup's still standing on the sill
I keep it there because of you

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