The lighting that breaks through my room ,
I can smell it , in mills away ,
The burning coffee in heaven ,
The aroma ,breaks through my nose ,
It tumbles , it's 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 sip's 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 ,
It grips through my pledge hand .

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