[Intro]
Whispers hush the street, a pale blue glow in town
Cotton skies unfold as the kettle starts to sing
[Verse 1]
In a windowed corner, where our kettle hums like rain,
I trace the quiet road that leads to your name again
Frost-tipped branches glow with memories old and sweet,
And the morning breath speaks soft of the warmth we keep.
[Chorus]
In this slow, timeless day of gray and gold,
I find your doorway in the shape of light I hold.
Coffee sings, the kettle keeps its small parade,
And frozen lanes become a lullaby we’ve made.
[Verse 2]
A parish church bell softens the noise of passing trains,
Laughter leaks from a shop where rain meets windowpanes,
The chair by the fire waits with a familiar glow,
Where every quiet moment tells me I’m not alone.
[Chorus]
In this slow, timeless day of gray and gold,
I find your doorway in the shape of light I hold.
Coffee sings, the kettle keeps its small parade,
And frozen lanes become a lullaby we’ve made.
[Bridge]
Outside, the world presses on with its silver breath,
Inside, the simple warmth remembers us
As if the season itself keeps a steadfast kiss.
[Chorus]
In this slow, timeless day of gray and gold,
I find your doorway in the shape of light I hold.
Coffee sings, the kettle keeps its small parade,
And frozen lanes become a lullaby we’ve made.
[Outro]
Let the quiet settle soft as snow on midnight streets,
We’ll drink to the memory of places that we keep.
