[Intro]
Soft light licks the glass like a shy rumor
Windows blink awake, yawning with the street
[Verse 1]
The avenue stretches, a quiet elder with stories to tell
Sidewalks whisper in seams of gold and gray
A lamppost blushes at the first brave carol of pigeons
Tall towers lean in, listening for a heartbeat in the dawn
[Pre-Chorus]
Cracked coffee sighs from a corner cafe,
Shadows bow as the city stretches its arms
[Chorus]
City yawns, streets sigh with mist and song,
Buildings murmur secrets in a hushed, tender throng,
Awakened whispers travel where iron vines belong,
Before the rush, town and townfolk hum along.
[Verse 2]
A crosswalk guardian blinks awake, a nurse of dawn
Bicycles nudge awake like patient wheels,
A bus hums low, telling dreams in muted gears
Glass facades glow softly, keeping confidences of dawn
[Pre-Chorus]
The river of traffic polishes its chrome lullaby,
Windows cradle sleepy faces, soft and mild
[Chorus]
City yawns, streets sigh with mist and song,
Buildings murmur secrets in a hushed, tender throng,
Awakened whispers travel where iron vines belong,
Before the rush, town and townfolk hum along.
[Bridge]
hush between brick and breeze, a moment’s archive,
Cardinal light spills notes on rooflines and crowds,
If we listen, the city tells us who it remembers—
A thousand small confessions, opening like flowers.
[Chorus]
City yawns, streets sigh with mist and song,
Buildings murmur secrets in a hushed, tender throng,
Awakened whispers travel where iron vines belong,
Before the rush, town and townfolk hum along.
[Outro]
Dawn folds its map, we rise as if in a quiet prayer,
The city and us, side by side, begin to share.
