Coffee steam and vinyl sounds
Letters half-written, lying around
Lazy sunlight paints the floor
I don't need much, maybe just more
Through my Sunday window
The world moves slow
Dreams in pastel colors
That nobody knows
Through my Sunday window
I hum a tune I don't know
Maybe peace was always
Something simple, after all
Curtains sway with city breeze
I lose myself in melodies
Time drips soft, like honey flow
And I'm okay being alone
Sunday feels like
Being me again
