Toms Diner Lryics

"Tom’s Diner" (Written by Nero Dubb) (Verse 1) Steam’s risin’ from a porcelain sea, Coffee swirls like fate unravelin’ me. Neon veins pulse through the city’s skin, Every lost soul finds a booth to sit in. (Verse 2) Clock hands tap like a drummer offbeat, Silver spoon prophets stir tales in the heat. Sugar cubes melt like unspoken goodbyes, While the jukebox spins old lullabies. (Pre-Chorus) Sugar packets stack like unpaid dues, Spoons stir echoes of lovers who lose. The jukebox hums in a nicotine haze, Spinning old stories in radio waves. (Chorus) Tom’s Diner, where time pours slow, Melancholy drips from a cracked window. Silverware sermons on tabletops preach, Truth served warm but always out of reach. (Verse 3) Night owls nest in the scent of burnt toast, Ghosts in the glass, but they never come close. Raindrops race down the window pane, Betting on dreams that circle the drain. (Verse 4) The moon is a quarter left on the floor, Spent on a wish that don’t work anymore. Streetlights blink like they’re catchin’ their breath, Echoes of footsteps whisper regret. (Hook) Tom keeps the lights on, the doors never close, A home for the restless, a bed for the prose. Stir up your sorrows, drink ‘em down deep, One more refill before memories sleep. (Verse 5) The city’s a novel with pages torn, Tom’s the bookmark at three in the morn’. Each plate holds a prophecy scribbled in grease, Every sip whispers the hope for release. (Verse 6) I leave my seat, but my shadow remains, Worn in the vinyl, stitched in the stains. Step into dawn as the echoes persist, Tom’s Diner fades into morning mist. (Chorus) Tom’s Diner, where time pours slow, Melancholy drips from a cracked window. Silverware sermons on tabletops preach, Truth served warm but always out of reach. (Hook - Outro) Tom keeps the lights on, the doors never close, A home for the restless, a bed for the prose. Stir up your sorrows, drink ‘em down deep, One more refill before memories sleep.