[Intro]
Fridge light hums a gentle drone, night in silver.
[Verse 1]
Door swings open, blue glow on the tile
Shelves whisper empty, yet my thoughts run miles
I hunt for a spark where meals used to lie
In this quiet kitchen, I breathe and sigh
[Pre-Chorus]
The pause grows tall, then soft and near
A tiny spark of hope slips in through the air
[Chorus]
If hunger were magic, it would rise from thin air
From nothing to supper, with a flicker and care
I wait with a grin, a meditation in despair
The fridge hums softly, and hope finds me there
[Verse 2]
I trace the cold with patient comic reverie
Dream tacos whisper, then vanish in the air
I laugh at the void, the void laughs back with me
Patience fills the empty night, a quiet, stubborn prayer
[Pre-Chorus]
The pause grows tall, then soft and near
A tiny spark of hope slips in through the air
[Chorus]
If hunger were magic, it would rise from thin air
From nothing to supper, with a flicker and care
I wait with a grin, a meditation in despair
The fridge hums softly, and hope finds me there
[Bridge]
Maybe the spell is stillness, not dinner on the plate
Maybe the feast is this quiet, spacious fate
The emptiness teaches patience, a stubborn art
And in that calm, I am full, even with empty parts
[Chorus]
If hunger were magic, it would rise from thin air
From nothing to supper, with a flicker and care
I wait with a grin, a meditation in despair
The fridge hums softly, and hope finds me there
[Outro]
Dawn will arrive, and the fridge will smile back
