Kampala Jazz With Fiona

[Verse 1]
Caught a flight, chased the sun
You and me in Kampala
Street smoke, open windows
Laughing over cheap enamel cups
You point out every color
I just watch you light the room
How do you carry that kind of kindness
Like it’s nothing, like it’s bloom
[Chorus]
Fiona, my friend, my blessing, my calm
We turn little tables into golden salons
Every shared plate, every story we taste
Fiona, my friend, my heart feels safe
Yeah, I love your way of loving
And how you love me just the same
[Verse 2]
You say, “Order what you’re craving”
I say, “Only if you share”
Sauce on our fingers
Inside jokes in the air
Taxi horns in the distance
But our time doesn’t rush
You tilt your head, listen deeper
Make the whole world hush
[Chorus]
Fiona, my friend, my blessing, my calm
We turn little tables into golden salons
Every shared plate, every story we taste
Fiona, my friend, my heart feels safe
Yeah, I love your way of loving
And how you love me just the same
[Bridge]
Some people talk in thunder
You speak in gentle rain (oh yeah)
In every quiet gesture
You spell out my name
[Chorus]
Fiona, my friend, my blessing, my calm
We turn little tables into golden salons
Every shared plate, every story we taste
Fiona, my friend, my heart feels safe
Yeah, I love your way of loving
And how you love me just the same

jazz, Warm acoustic jazz trio with upright bass, brushed drums, and mellow piano; male vocals in an intimate, close-mic tone. Verses stay sparse and conversational, chorus opens with richer piano voicings and subtle vocoder-style harmonies, ending each hook with a lingering cymbal and held vocal note. Gentle dynamic lift in the bridge, then a soft landing on the final chorus refrain.