A quiet table, the morning fades,
Hmmm... The scent of coffee, memories invade.
On the page, a faded mark,
Coffee stains, where stories spark.
Coffee stains, on paper thin,
A trace of us, where love had been.
Through every drop, a moment remains,
Coffee stains, the past in frames.
The cup is empty, the day moves on,
Ohhh... But your shadow stays, though you've moved on.
A bitter taste, yet sweet in ways,
Coffee stains, like endless days.
Coffee stains, on paper thin,
A trace of us, where love had been.
Through every drop, a moment remains,
Coffee stains, the past in frames.
Through the cracks of time, the colors bleed,
A subtle ache, a quiet need.
The marks you left, they still remain,
Coffee stains, a beautiful pain.
The stains don't fade, but I've learned to see,
Hmmm... They tell a story of you and me.
Coffee stains, on my heart they stay,
A lasting mark, come what may.