[Intro]
Warm lights glow over checkered floors
A bell, a sigh, the door’s soft roar
[Verse 1]
A girl sits where the napkins glow in white,
Pastel menus, candles catching light.
Her laughter tiny, like a distant tune,
Whispers of sugar in a neon moon.
[Pre-Chorus]
She traces a memory with a silver spoon,
Waiting for something sweet to arrive soon.
[Chorus]
In this classic room she wears her calm,
A quiet story resting in her palm.
Time slows down where the forks click rain,
Her eyes hold storms she’ll never explain.
[Verse 2]
Her dress hums softly with a vintage sigh,
Dust motes dance in the velvet sky.
A waiter sways with a careful grin,
Caramel promises tucked under her chin.
[Pre-Chorus]
She sketches futures on a napkin page,
Hoping the bite will calm the stage.
[Chorus]
In this classic room she wears her calm,
A quiet story resting in her palm.
Time slows down where the forks click rain,
Her eyes hold storms she’ll never explain.
[Bridge]
If the piano sneaks a chord upstairs,
She’ll rise like a whisper through morning air.
[Chorus]
In this classic room she wears her calm,
A quiet story resting in her palm.
Time slows down where the forks click rain,
Her eyes hold storms she’ll never explain.
[Outro]
The bell sighs once as she lingers on,
Leaving a trace of cinnamon dawn.
