When the Cup of Tea Is Cold

Oh no, no Let me rest my head On that second-hand floral print Let me scream into That pillow that once was new, new These eyes have seen too much They'd rather be hostage to the clock Her lips never said too much As others always do, oh Who are the ones still drinking when the cup of tea is cold? When the sugar's not dissolved no, no Who are the ones? Who evacuated far from the scene when they heard the siren call out from me? This crowded space is an empty room no, no Flooded with sympathetic stares Why are none of them you? Hmm Please, let me be your art Stood untouched in a clear, glass box If you're here to watch You may as well get out your pen and lined paper No, who are the ones still drinking when the cup of tea is cold? When the sugar's not dissolved, no Who are the ones? Who evacuated far from the scene when they heard the siren call out from me? This crowded space is an empty room oh Flooded with sympathetic stares Why are none of them you? oh Who are the ones? Who are the ones? The ones, the ones The ones No The ones This crowded space is an empty room (Is an empty room is an empty - ba ba ba) Flooded with sympathetic stares Why are none of them you? Why are none of them Why are none of them Why are none of them you? This crowded space (Ba ba ba da da ba ba ba ) Is an empty room no, no, no whoah Flooded with sympathetic stares Why are none of them you? No, no hmm Dum ba ba Please