Sunday morning on the corner street
A quiet café half asleep
Coffee steam and open doors
April sunlight on the floor
You walk in with messy hair
Morning light around you there
Someone turns to look your way
Like the room just changed today
Nothing special, nothing new
Just the way the day feels slow
But somehow the air feels warmer
Everywhere we go
Coffee in April
Sunlight on your face
Little quiet moments
No one can replace
Coffee in April
Time just drifting by
Every little second
Feels like we could fly
People laughing down the street
Bicycles and passing feet
Music from a window near
Floating softly through the air
You lean closer when you smile
Like the world can wait a while
Nothing rushing, nothing loud
Just us in the crowd
Maybe it's the warmer breeze
Maybe it's the day so new
But the world feels brighter
Sitting here with you
Coffee in April
Sunlight on your face
Little quiet moments
No one can replace
Coffee in April
Time just drifting by
Every little second
Feels like we could fly
Some days move too fast to see
But today just lets us be
Morning turning into noon
Under April afternoon
Coffee in April
Soft and golden light
Every simple moment
Feels exactly right
Coffee in April
Nothing left to prove
Just the quiet rhythm
Of the life we choose