8-Rain In My Coffee (5:52)

Rain In My Coffee (5:52)
Contact: Geoff Hansplant / 215-852-1570
geoff@geoffhansplant.com
Songwriter: Geoff Hansplant
Publishing / PRO: Finger Candy Publishing / ASCAP
Produced by: Geoff Hansplant, Paul Deck, Ron DeSilvestro
Release Date: 1/13/2014
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Musicians:
Geoff Hansplant: Guitar and Vocal
Paul Deck: Drums, Percussion and Rain Stick
Julie Myers: Piano, B3 and Vocal
Nick Terramani: Upright Bass

Maybe it’s the taste of rain in my coffee
Carries me back to you
Maybe that it’s already four in the morning
And I can’t shake these blues
Maybe it’s a sign of spring that I’m waiting
For the sun to set me free
Maybe it’s my mind just disintegrating
Why won’t you let me be?
And I’ve told you a thousand times to haunt someone else
But you always come back home
And it’s never enough that you break my heart
Do you have to take my soul?

Sometimes it’s the hint of snow in the air
Sends shivers down my spine
Just like the glint of sun in your hair
It happened every time
And sometimes it’s the sound of a floorboard creaking
Turns me ‘round to feel you near
My lips are moving but it’s your voice speaking
And I can’t bear to hear
Now I’m going around again the same old lines
That never turned out right
And I can almost forget you in the light of day
But how I dread the night

Tell me another lie
I’ll tell me another lie
The trick is believing
It’ll all come out different
If I just do it right this time
Tell me you want to stay
I’ll tell me you want to stay
I’ll go on deceiving
My heart into seeing
A shape where there’s only shade

Somewhere in the house there’s a voice softly calling
Still it’s only me who’s home
I ain’t gonna budge to chase you my darling
There’s no chase left in these old bones
Somewhere in my heart I’ve said all that needs saying
A thousand times or maybe more
There’s nothing left to add to the record that’s playing
Of what we were before
So forgive me if I don’t know the reason I’m talking
To a shadow on the wall
Oh but once I get started, don’t know where it’ll end
Or where it began at all

Maybe it’s the taste of rain in my coffee....