[Verse 1] Sunday on the counter, flour on my sleeve Butter finds the edges, syrup starts to breathe Golden little towers leaning in a row You steal the first one, smiling like you know [Chorus] Stack it high, pass the plate We can make a little morning last all day Warm and sweet, side by side Put a forkful of good news on the breakfast side [Verse 2] Blueberries are rolling where the napkin folds Coffee warms our fingers, stories start to unfold No grand celebration, nothing dressed in gold Just your laugh beside me and a kitchen full of gold [Chorus] Stack it high, pass the plate We can make a little morning last all day Warm and sweet, side by side Put a forkful of good news on the breakfast side [Outro] Leave the last one waiting, cut it down the middle You take the bigger half; I’ll call that fair enough
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