The lightning that breaks through my room,
I can smell it miles away,
The burning coffee in heaven,
The aroma breaks through to my nose,
It tumbles, it greets…

Ohh! I could smell, touch it,
Sip it…
It grands the Window so shiny,
I just stood and looked out,
God, hot water been boiled cold,
He sips the burning coffee,
I could see his face in the mug,
I hug.

Hug the mug with my fingers,
Mug been burning hot,
Held it so tight,
Gripped in my pledge hand.

The mist humidifier in my window,
It blocks the aroma of coffee
God sees sips in heaven.