Knock on the Day

bright intimate indie pop, brisk handclap-and-shaker groove, chiming clean electric guitar, warm rounded bass, lightly brushed live drums, playful glockenspiel accents, close conversational lead vocal, stacked sunny harmonies in the chorus, small-room organic mix, verses that build from morning hush into buoyant choruses, gentle stripped-down outro

[Pre-Chorus]
You tilt your head like, “Are we late?”
Then tap the bars and renovate
The quiet with your little claim
A one-bird household calling game

[Chorus]
You knock on the day, knock-knock
Good morning, coffee, tick-tock
You steal our phrases, make them new
“Pour me a cup” sounds just like you
You knock on the day, loud and sweet
Tiny comedian with dancing feet
If breakfast has a guest of honor
It’s you, our featherlight alarm-a

[Verse 2]
You learned my brother’s morning line
The one he says at quarter nine
Now from your perch, with perfect flair
You call, “Where’s my coffee?” through the air
He points at you, you point right back
Then laugh in that metallic crack
You argue like a talk-show star
And somehow win from where you are

[Pre-Chorus]
You mimic every “not today”
Then chirp as if you’ve had your say
We answer, and you answer too
A family meeting led by you

[Chorus]
You knock on the day, knock-knock
Good morning, coffee, tick-tock
You own the words we thought we knew
“Come here, sweetheart” sounds just like you
You knock on the day, bright and clear
Turning our sleepy rooms to cheer
If breakfast has a guest of honor
It’s you, our featherlight alarm-a

[Bridge]
When the sun climbs past the glass
You preen your crest and let us pass
But keep one eye on what we do
In case a better phrase comes through

[Chorus]
You knock on the day, knock-knock
Good morning, coffee, tick-tock
You make a little household choir
From every joke and small desire
You knock on the day, then wait
For someone brave enough to imitate
And when we laugh, you laugh along
Like you were right there all along

[Outro]
Tomorrow, I won’t rush away
I’ll sit beside your painted ray
Let the kettle call, let traffic start
I’ll listen first, with an open heart
One wing-flutter, one small sound
Your whole bright morning gathering round

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[Verse 1] Before the kettle finds its voice You shuffle feathers, make your choice Sunrise rests along your perch One wing-flutter, then the search For somebody to greet downstairs You throw a whistle through the stairs I’m still tangled in the sheet You’ve got the whole house on its feet [Pre-Chorus] You tilt your head like, “Are we late?” Then tap the bars and renovate The quiet with your little claim A one-bird household calling game [Chorus] You knock on the day, knock-knock Good morning, coffee, tick-tock You steal our phrases, make them new “Pour me a cup” sounds just like you You knock on the day, loud and sweet Tiny comedian with dancing feet If breakfast has a guest of honor It’s you, our featherlight alarm-a [Verse 2] You learned my brother’s morning line The one he says at quarter nine Now from your perch, with perfect flair You call, “Where’s my coffee?” through the air He points at you, you point right back Then laugh in that metallic crack You argue like a talk-show star And somehow win from where you are [Pre-Chorus] You mimic every “not today” Then chirp as if you’ve had your say We answer, and you answer too A family meeting led by you [Chorus] You knock on the day, knock-knock Good morning, coffee, tick-tock You own the words we thought we knew “Come here, sweetheart” sounds just like you You knock on the day, bright and clear Turning our sleepy rooms to cheer If breakfast has a guest of honor It’s you, our featherlight alarm-a [Bridge] When the sun climbs past the glass You preen your crest and let us pass But keep one eye on what we do In case a better phrase comes through [Chorus] You knock on the day, knock-knock Good morning, coffee, tick-tock You make a little household choir From every joke and small desire You knock on the day, then wait For someone brave enough to imitate And when we laugh, you laugh along Like you were right there all along [Outro] Tomorrow, I won’t rush away I’ll sit beside your painted ray Let the kettle call, let traffic start I’ll listen first, with an open heart One wing-flutter, one small sound Your whole bright morning gathering round

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