text: Spilling coffee on the table, rushing to get out the door
  So afraid of what you arent able to see in this sea of green
  Oh, if you find the right ones, you will hear your sweet song
  Spilling tea and its so early in the evening, youve lived and youve loved and thats okay
  Youve given up before youve had the chance to fight and thats okay
  Because oh if you find the right ones, you will hear your sweet song
  You thoughts, your ways, your pain will never be the same
  Theres spilt coffee on the tablem youre fearing the future and days ahead
  Reading into all that you are able to see in this sea of green