Songtexte Tea Kettle - Alysari

Stop - the old tea kettle whistles
Know - I taught myself to listen
I think it got past your ears somehow
I'll be you seventy odd years from now

I'll grab your oven mitt and reach for the stove
Know - I always felt otherworldly in your home

And the Northern winters are hard on your bones
And you never let anyone get close
But now I see all the shadows in your eyes
I think I've been wrong about you all my life

And here - we sit and drink our tea
And worry - you always watch what I eat
Control has always been how you thrive
I wonder if that's how you're still alive

I know you crave a sweet connection
I see in you my own reflection