TWO CUPS — AURVEIL

TWO CUPS — AURVEIL A bodily habit—her hands were already brewing tea for two before her mind could stop them. The body is always slower than the mind to process the news. ─────────────── LYRICS My hands still make enough for two Before my head can intervene Steam goes up from both of them And one of them goes cold and clean The body's slower than the news It keeps you in the cupboard, on the shelf It sets a place, it saves a seat It hasn't told itself Still two, still two Still two cups for you Still two, still two Still two I moved your chair, then moved it back The room looked like a lie both ways Your book's still open where you stopped Page ninety-something, seven days The body's slower than the news It keeps you in the cupboard, on the shelf It sets a place, it saves a seat It hasn't told itself Still two, still two Still two cups for you Still two, still two Still two I'm not keeping you alive I'm just slower than the truth Every morning I forget Every morning the counter tells me Still two ─────────────── LISTEN IN ORDER All songs are one story. Full arc, in order:    • All Songs, One Story — the complete arc   ─────────────── ABOUT AURVEIL is melodic future bass — cold, wide, one warm melody. Subscribe:    / @aurveilmusic   Lyrics and arrangement written by a human. Copyright protected. #melodichouse #melodicbass #twocups