The kettle's on, the sun has gone, another day She offers me Tibetan tea on a flower tray She's at the door, she wants to score She really wants to say
The kettle's on, the sun has gone, another day She offers me, Tibetan tea, on a flower tray She's at the door, she's want's to score, she really needs
Translation: This Mortal Coil. Another Day.
