[Verse 1] Cold cup on the counter Steam left a long time ago Sun snuck through the curtain Caught me talkin' to my shadow
[Chorus] Got these midnight coffee blues Stirring in an empty room Every sip just tastes like you And that slow Slow sinking truth Midnight coffee blues
[Verse 2] Same chair Same chipped table Your ring mark in that old wood ring I trace it like a record Hope the silence might just sing
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Styl muzyki
Slow 12/8 blues with warm tube amp guitar, walking upright bass, lazy ride cymbal, and brushed snare. Male vocals, rough and intimate, sit right on the edge of the beat. Second guitar answers the vocal lines with bent notes and tasteful fills; organ swells in the choruses, subtle backing hums on the last one. Roomy mix like a small club at closing time., blues