I wake up late, light on the floor coffee cold from the night before sketchbook open, half-drawn lines lost in songs I don’t define bare feet move through quiet air no rush, no need to be anywhere just me and sound in the room soft like dust in afternoon mm… I don’t need a perfect scene just something real between the in-between life’s most meaningful moments are usually its simplest ones like steam on an old kitchen window or laughter when the day is done mm… no grand stage, no performance just the air where love gets done life’s most meaningful moments are usually its simplest ones (simple ones… simple ones…) you leave your coat on my studio chair like you’ve always been part of the air vinyl spinning soft and low time don’t ask where it goes you hum to nothing in the room half a thought, half a tune and I don’t try to make it stay some things only drift that way mm… I don’t need a perfect scene just your voice right next to me life’s most meaningful moments are usually its simplest ones like steam on an old kitchen window or laughter when the day is done mm… no grand stage, no performance just the air where love gets done life’s most meaningful moments are usually its simplest ones (simple ones… simple ones…) I thought I needed more to feel but quiet is what made it real no chasing light, no bigger plan just peace I didn’t understand life’s most meaningful moments are usually its simplest ones like steam on an old kitchen window or laughter when the day is done mm… no grand stage, no performance just the air where love gets done life’s most meaningful moments are usually its simplest ones (simple ones… simple ones…) mm… simple ones… simple ones… mm… simple ones…
