[Intro]
Soft steam sighs, pale light through the blinds
A kettle hums, the morning unwinds
[Verse 1]
Grounds whisper stories, the clock forgets to rush
On this slow Sunday, I cradle the morning hush
Cup in my gravity, warmth in a steady hold
Outside, a loud world spins, but here I feel whole
[Pre-Chorus]
Little rituals like breaths, simple and clear
I savor the quiet, the fog of the fear
[Chorus]
A perfect brew, a patient kiss of heat
Calm in the cup, a resolve in the faint
The world can hurry, but I choose the beat
Of a Sunday sip, where peace is not afraid
[Verse 2]
Stirring in circles, the aroma writes my day
Tiny rituals towering over the fray
Steam on the window like a soft, white veil
Inside, I listen to the quiet prevail
[Pre-Chorus]
Clock hands slow dancing to a kinder tune
Beneath the sky, a soft and forgiving mood
[Chorus]
A perfect brew, a patient kiss of heat
Calm in the cup, a resolve in the faint
The world can hurry, but I choose the beat
Of a Sunday sip, where peace is not afraid
[Bridge]
Let the sirens fade to a kettle’s lullaby
Let the outside thunder pass me by
Here I stay, where simplicity shines true
In every swallow, I renew
[Chorus]
A perfect brew, a patient kiss of heat
Calm in the cup, a resolve in the faint
The world can hurry, but I choose the beat
Of a Sunday sip, where peace is not afraid
[Outro]
Steam for a moment, then the quiet stays
Sunday breathes easy in its warm, small ways
