[Intro]
Steam curls, bells fade, dawn sighs.
[Verse 1]
I’m a seasoned barista, tired of the grind,
Morning rush rattles the jars of time.
In the steam, a dream begins to glow,
A cafe where pastries float, coffee breathes slow.
[Verse 2]
Spoons glide by like comets in air,
Cups fill themselves with a gentle flare.
I hum "My perfect pour" as the world slows,
Whimsy thrives where worries fade away.
[Chorus]
My perfect pour, we dance in steam,
Pastries float by in a sugar dream,
Coffee brews itself, we drift away.
[Chorus]
My perfect pour, we dance in steam,
Pastries float by in a sugar dream,
Coffee brews itself, we drift away.
[Outro]
Dawn fades, the dream stays afloat.
