I can smell the summer
Breathing through my window for the night

I can see the stars all blinking
And the aeroplanes in flight

I can feel the reassurance
Of the breeze stroking my neck

I can taste a cheeky cigarette
Asking me for a peck

I’ve always though that maybe
It’s more than a cup of tea
Maybe it’s a small reminder
That one day I’ll be happy

Maybe every single sip
Can make me feel a bit more free
Maybe tea is like a potion
Yeah, but maybe that’s just me