[Verse 1] Sunday morning sunlight streams Dusting all my quiet dreams Steam is rising from my cup Waking this old comfort up The world outside can rush and race I've found my own perfect pace [Pre-Chorus] And I don't need much, it's true Just this peace and a view [Chorus] It's vanilla and old books And the way the morning looks Through my slightly dusty pane Falling like a soft refrain It's the weight of a well-loved page Turning at my own slow gauge This is my sanctuary, see Just vanilla, books, and me [Verse 2] The kettle sings a simple song That tells me where I belong Each spine upon the shelf Just knows me, like myself No grand plans or wild designs Just these quiet, steady lines [Pre-Chorus] And my heart doesn't make a sound Just contentment, spinning 'round [Chorus] It's vanilla and old books And the way the morning looks Through my slightly dusty pane Falling like a soft refrain It's the weight of a well-loved page Turning at my own slow gauge This is my sanctuary, see Just vanilla, books, and me [Bridge] Some may chase the city lights Or stay out dancing through the nights But my adventure's right in here With turning pages, crystal clear The greatest journey I have found Is in this small and holy ground [Final Chorus] It's vanilla and old books And the way the morning looks Through my slightly dusty pane Falling like a soft refrain It's the weight of a well-loved page Turning at my own slow gauge This is my sanctuary, see Just vanilla, books, and me [Outro] [Instrumental][Soft Guitar and Flute Outro][Upright Bass Fade][Warm Reverb Tail] Vanilla, books, and me Exactly where I'm meant to be Vanilla, books, and me In sweet simplicity
