Spilling coffee on the table, rushing to get out the door
So afraid of what you aren't able to see in this sea of green

Oh, if you find the right ones, you will hear your sweet song

Spilling tea and it's so early in the evening, you've lived and you've loved and that's okay
You've given up before you've had the chance to fight and that's okay

Because oh if you find the right ones, you will hear your sweet song
You thoughts, your ways, your pain will never be the same

There's spilt coffee on the tablem you're fearing the future and days ahead
Reading into all that you are able to see in this sea of green