She's the sort of girl you find early in the morning
Somewhere at the markets, early eyes
And she's, she's the sort of girl you find down by the sea
'Cause the sea never left
And I don't know much about her
'Cause I met her at the markets and didn't ask her name
But her eyes were soft and her words are the same
But these were things that I, things, things that I was sure about
Oh my love, oh my love
Things where I, these things where I felt the same
Now that I am trying, now that I've been singing softly again
Same way she said, "Thank you" when I told her she was beautiful
She's the sort of girl you find early in the winter
With, a cold wetsuit in hand, and she's
She's the sort of girl you find down by the sea
'Cause the sea it always comes where she goes
She's the sort of girl that my father would love
And my mum would be so proud to show some things
How her eyes were soft and her love was the same
But these were things that I, things, things that I was sure about
Oh my love, oh my love
Things where I, these things where I felt the same
Now that I am trying, now that I've been singing softly again
Same way she said, "Thank you" when I told her she was beautiful
Warm coffee on your lips
Warm coffee on your lips
Warm coffee on mine
Warm coffee on your lips
Warm coffee on your lips
Warm coffee in the mornin' light
Warm coffee on your lips
Warm coffee on your lips
Warm coffee on mine
There was somethin' in these 'thank yous'
There was somethin' that was beautiful
She's the sort of girl you find early in the morning
Somewhere at the markets, early eyes
And she's, she's the sort of girl you find down by the sea
'Cause the sea never left
And I don't know much about her
'Cause I met her at the markets and I didn't ask her name
But her eyes are soft and her words remain the same