Cold Tea Blues

If I pour your cup, that is friendship
If I add your milk, that is manners
If I stop there, claiming ignorance of taste,
That is tea

But if I measure the sugar
To satisfy your expectant tongue
Then that is love,

But if I measure the sugar
To satisfy your expectant tongue
Then that is love,
Sitting untouched and growing cold

Cowboy Junkies

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