Window fog and sweater sleeves
You sip slow while the daylight leaves
Books and vinyl on the shelves
We forget the time, just be ourselves
Brown sugar sky outside
Your laugh like autumn tide
Quiet jazz behind your eyes
Soft and slow, we synchronize
Cinnamon light, golden and low
Everything hushes, moving slow
Coffee steam curls in the air
Like your touch, soft everywhere
Cinnamon light, hearts on mute
But every glance plays something true
Wooden chairs and table creaks
The way you lean in when you speak
City hum beneath the sound
Of your smile spinning me around
No rush, no need to say
We’re a mood, we’re a café day
Pages turning with the breeze
You and I in warm degrees
Cinnamon light, golden and low
Everything hushes, moving slow
Coffee steam curls in the air
Like your touch, soft everywhere
Cinnamon light, hearts on mute
But every glance plays something true
Let this be the soundtrack now
Just our rhythm, no countdown
If this moment had a frame
We’d be glowing in your name
Cinnamon light, fall’s perfume
Lingering like a mellow tune
No need for words, the air will do
As long as I’m sitting here with you
Cinnamon light, warm and wide
Feels like home with you inside
