It hadn't been a day when Everything had turned out right She called me up and asked me To come over in the night To make her cups of tea and Listen quietly as she starts To list the latest list of bastards Who trampled on her heart
She summers by my seas But she winters without me And she cries into her tea That she's secret lonely Oh me, what am I to do It's obvious to me She never seems to see
I'd see her in the nightclubs, I'd meet her in the bars On rooftop after-parties or crammed into friend's cars And we'd talk about the weather And how she drowns her pain in drink And I nod and never ever Dare to tell her what I think
She summers by my seas But she winters without me And she cries into her tea That she's secret lonely Oh me, what am I to do It's obvious to me She never seems to see
That it's not about the days When everything has turned out right Yeah it's more about the moments When she calls me in the night To make her cups of tea And wash the weary worries from her head And then to draw the pain out slowly As I put her into bed
And I slip this information Into all our conversations She never seems to listen She never seems to see