[Verse 1 — intimate, close-mic, sparse piano and warm pulse] Four a.m., the taxi's waiting, keys and passport, coffee cold, the kitchen light is barely breaking on porcelain and lines of gold. I don't pack it, I don't need to — some things travel standing still. It keeps the place, it keeps the reason I come back, and always will. [Chorus — groove opens, warm bass, wider vocal] I leave my heart on the kitchen table, gold in the seams where it broke one day. I catch the flight, but I keep the promise — so time and space won't get in the way. [Verse 2 — steady forward motion, subtle rhythmic lift] Another city, borrowed pillow, a window full of someone's sky, three time zones deep, the nights get shallow, but I know where the pieces lie. I keep my watch on kitchen time, whatever runway, whatever gate — back there the sun just hit the table, the gold wakes up, and I'm not late. [Chorus — fuller, emotional but restrained] I leave my heart on the kitchen table, gold in the seams where it broke one day. I catch the flight, but I keep the promise — so time and space won't get in the way. [Bridge — stripped back, percussive, half-spoken] Taxi, terminal, seatbelt, sky — it doesn't move, and neither do I. [Build — repeated vocal, rising pulse, increasing tension] Taxi, terminal, seatbelt, sky — it doesn't move, and neither do I. [Final Chorus — full warm release, widest arrangement] I leave my heart on the kitchen table, gold in the seams where it broke one day. I catch the flight, but I keep the promise — so time and space won't get in the way. [Outro — beat falls away, intimate vocal] Time and space... won't get in the way.
