[Intro]
Steam rises, quiet morning hums along
A kettle’s pulse, a slow and careful song
[Verse 1]
Morning ritual, steam on the windowpane
Coffee wakes the edge of thought, steady and sane
A click, a tap, the rhythm finds its way
Words form like footprints in the tracks of day
[Pre-Chorus]
Tiny fires in the bowl of a quiet mind
Moments folded, by small hands we’re refined
[Chorus]
Brewing truth in the bitter swirl, I see
That every sip and stroke holds gravity
We write our compass with each steady line
In ordinary daylight, we climb and shine
[Verse 2]
Sunset pauses, gold slows down to grace
A silent vow in the amber on your face
Typing fingers tracing a patient map
Of ternary tides and the time we’ll outlast
[Pre-Chorus]
The world can wait while we polish the dawn
In simple acts, a larger hope is drawn
[Chorus]
Brewing truth in the bitter swirl, I see
That every sip and stroke holds gravity
We write our compass with each steady line
In ordinary daylight, we climb and shine
[Bridge]
If purpose is a fabric, these threads imply
That meaning gathers where questions lie
[Chorus]
Brewing truth in the bitter swirl, I see
That every sip and stroke holds gravity
We write our compass with each steady line
In ordinary daylight, we climb and shine
[Outro]
The sun folds into dusk; we rise again
With small, deliberate acts we chase the then
