[VERSE] Morning in a teacup, swirling slow and sweet, Raindrops tapping patterns like a heartbeat on the street. Color feels uncertain, hanging in the air, I’m swimming through a Sunday where the world feels barely there. [CHORUS] Oh, I’m waiting for the day to bloom, A little light to brighten up this quiet room. Maybe when the sun comes out for me, I’ll finally see the world in clarity. [VERSE] Pages on the table, stories left unread, A dozen tiny questions dancing in my head. Someone tell the winds to shift the scene, I’m searching for a moment that might wake the dream. [CHORUS] Oh, I’m waiting for the day to bloom, A little light to brighten up this quiet room. Maybe when the sun comes out for me, I’ll finally see the world in clarity.
