Moka

Mocha overflowed in the morning

Bust the stove with no warning

That's just how it goes

She tends to talk a lot

Just want my pen and chocolate

But I know she wants more than my order

And the trees slow dance

Waltz apocalyptic

Cost of breathing

Death of the pound

All on our knees, misunderstood

What's your stance on the romances

Of the conqueror's crown?

Oh, and it feels so good

I don't feel like coming down

Morning traffic on my mind

The commuters on the grind

And the radio is stuck on Sinatra

Too late to turn around

Broken record, cut the sound

Barely make it 'cross the town

When I start to

Notice the trees start to slow dance

Waltz apocalyptic

Cost of breathing

Death of the pound

All on our knees, misunderstood

What's your stance on the romances

Of the happening sound?

'Cause when it feels so good

I don't feel like coming down

I don't feel like coming down

I don't feel like coming down

Notice the trees start to slow dance

Waltz apocalyptic

Cost of breathing

Death of the pound

All on our knees, misunderstood

What's your stance on the romances

Of the happening sound?

'Cause when it feels so good

I don't feel like coming down

'Cause when it feels so good

I don't feel like coming down