Stirring some feelings up, iced tea
What's the matter?
Dusting me off the kitchen sink
I'm the powder
I should have known, high only low
Keep me in tow, nothing to show
Rinsing the glass that holds me in
Like a flower
Set upside-down to dry, I sit
Another hour
I should have known, high only low
Keep me in tow, nothing to show
Room is so cold, quiet as snow
Finally alone, I'll never go