[Intro]
Steam, bells, morning light.
[Verse]
I’m the barista, beat of the day,
Collecting tiny stories on my way.
A quirky vending machine lights up the stall,
Collect a line, unlock a chorus for all.
[Chorus]
Turn up the tiny truth, let kindness sing,
A chorus born from small, everyday things.
We’ll win the town contest, rivals fade away,
Turn up the tiny truth, hum it all the way.
[Bridge]
He may scheme, but hearts outrun the plan.
[Outro]
Turn up the tiny truth.
