Verse 1 Morning after Christmas feels too still, Snow melting into gray. You’re asleep with my jacket on, Sunlight fighting its way. City’s quiet like it’s holding breath, Before the noise comes back. For one small moment, nothing hurts, Nothing cracks. Chorus Morning after Christmas, stay with me, Before the world remembers who we are. If yesterday was all we get, It was enough by far. Verse 2 Coffee tastes like survival, Your hand finds mine half-asleep. No grand speeches, no promises— Just silence we get to keep. Outro City wakes. We don’t rush. Another year survived. No silent nights in Hathian— But we’re still alive.
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