Tea by E.K. Bush Lyrics

each tea cup that is drunk
makes me lifted no more sunk
from the depths of oversleep
lifting me higher than castles keep
this drink filled with cinnamon
tastes that only agamemnon
would have in the hall of pillars
no substitute for warm cellars
where secrets are kept inception
fills the brain, full inspection
that troubles with caffine
focus enthralls, the mind pristine