ooohh.... Breakfast is always the first meal of the day, But with you it feels like love served on a tray, Coffee in your hands, sunlight in your hair, Bare feet on the floor, not a worry or care. I watch you smile while the eggs start to fry, Stealing little kisses between you and I, Toast with your laughter, butter with your glow, Best part of my morning is watching you flow. We sit at the table, legs tangled below, Talking bout dreams while the whole world’s still slow, Your voice in the morning is my favorite song, Makes every new day feel like where I belong. Pancakes and promises, juice and soft eyes, You turn simple breakfast into paradise, No fancy restaurant, no need to impress, Just us in our kitchen, pure happiness. Breakfast is always the first meal of the day, But you make it holy in your own special way, One touch of your hand and my heart starts to race, Waking up with you is my happiest place. We feed each other bites, laughing like fools, Forgetting the clock and breaking all the rules, This is how love should start, every single day, Warm like fresh coffee, bright like sun rays. From the first bite to the very last sip, I fall more in love with the curve of your lip, You’re my morning miracle, my daily blessing, With you every sunrise feels like a confession. So let’s keep this table, these moments, this flame, Breakfast with my baby, never gonna change, You’re the reason my days begin feeling right, First meal of forever, every morning light. Breakfast is always the first meal of the day, But with you it feels like love served on a tray, Coffee in your hands, sunlight in your hair, Bare feet on the floor, not a worry or care. I watch you smile while the eggs start to fry, Stealing little kisses between you and I, Toast with your laughter, butter with your glow, Best part of my morning is watching you flow. We sit at the table, legs tangled below, Talking bout dreams while the whole world’s still slow, Your voice in the morning is my favorite song, Makes every new day feel like where I belong. Pancakes and promises, juice and soft eyes, You turn simple breakfast into paradise, No fancy restaurant, no need to impress, Just us in our kitchen, pure happiness. Breakfast is always the first meal of the day, But you make it holy in your own special way, One touch of your hand and my heart starts to race, Waking up with you is my happiest place. We feed each other bites, laughing like fools, Forgetting the clock and breaking all the rules, This is how love should start, every single day, Warm like fresh coffee, bright like sun rays. From the first bite to the very last sip, I fall more in love with the curve of your lip, You’re my morning miracle, my daily blessing, With you every sunrise feels like a confession. So let’s keep this table, these moments, this flame, Breakfast with my baby, never gonna change, You’re the reason my days begin feeling right, First meal of forever, every morning light. Yeah… every morning light.
