Cats on Fire - Tears In Your Cup

By nature you are quiet
Your shyness leaves your wisdoms on the floor
So if I want to hear you talk I
See you when you're under your favourite spell

I always thought that there were
Tears in your mug
But years went by and I never saw you cry
It's you and the Yardbirds, you on your own
drinking wine
And I can't turn the volume down
Now it's anything and more for your love
And why would I deny you the fun?

Expelled the Marxist ghost
The cynical consumerist remains
I suppose I want to be depressed when I
See you when you're under your favourite spell

I always thought that there were
Tears in your mug
But years went by and I never saw you cry
It's you, Ten Years After and a
bottle of scotch
In your tobacco jacket out in the cold
You raise your glass and indulge in Love like a man
And why would I deny you the fun?
Why would I deny you the fun?

It's you and the Stones now sharing
some alcohol
You'll have whatever Keith has
And I always thought that there were
Tears in your mug
Under a blanket, out in the cold
Sing along will you, this will be the last time
But then again, why deny you the fun?
Then again, why deny you the fun?