Track 12 of the album Sleepless Hours · 2018
Vending Café, Quarter Past Three
by Cassio Lune
“A hot drink from a stall that never closes. I wanted the record to end the way a sleepless night does, quietly and a little hopeful.”
lo-fi · lo-fi · late-night soul · 3:04
Lyrics
A hot drink from the corner stall That never seems to close Paper cup between my hands Steam rising to my nose The street is wet and shining The lamps are soft and low I'm warming up my fingers With nowhere else to go Sip it slow, sip it slow Let the warm run down below Quarter past three, quarter past three The night is sitting here with me Sip it slow, sip it slow The woman at the window Nods hello and smiles She's seen a thousand sleepless folk Walk in for little whiles She doesn't ask me anything She just stirs and sets it down A kindness made of cinnamon In the middle of the town Sip it slow, sip it slow Let the warm run down below Quarter past three, quarter past three The night is sitting here with me Sip it slow, sip it slow Warm hands, warm hands Somebody understands Warm hands, warm hands Stay a while, stay a while Sip it slow, sip it slow Let the warm run down below Quarter past three, quarter past three The night is sitting here with me Sip it slow, sip it slow Sip it slow Sip it slow