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