Un café?

(Verse 1)
Restless and tired, with nowhere to be,
I slipped from the world and into your street.
Your little café was warm and still,
and there you were, breaking the chill.

Your smile touched me like a sudden light;
I couldn’t read if it meant delight.
You tried to chat in your gentle way,
while I was learning to stand again that day.

(Pre-Chorus)
And somehow, by some quiet thread,
I walked back there the day ahead.
You greeted me just as before,
and breathing felt like work no more.

(Chorus)
There was a something, soft and true,
growing its colours between us two.
Over shy-eyed looks and coffees warm,
we shaped a promise still half-formed.

(Verse 2)
Then one calm day you asked if we
might meet somewhere else, just you and me.
We changed our corner, changed the view,
and life felt lighter, strangely new.

We walked without hurry, nowhere to chase,
letting the hours fall into place.
Everything perfect, gentle and right,
yet you were in orbit and I stayed in night.

(Pre-Chorus)
Perhaps too early, perhaps too late,
to open the doors I kept locked by fate.
You couldn’t read me, I couldn’t speak—
and the bridge stayed fragile, thin, and weak.

(Chorus)
That little something, once warm with magic,
softened to bittersweet, almost tragic.
And though the thought still draws me near,
you were not earthly… and I was just here.

(Bridge)
In some other life, in some other hour,
we’d find the courage, find the power.
Maybe in dreaming, maybe awake,
our hearts would meet without heartbreak.

(Final)
Yet I still keep that smile, that day, that room,
like a whispered note that survived the gloom.
A piece of you, a piece of me,
and that quiet spark that still lives in me.

Dreamy Indie Rock with Delicate Guitar and Melancholic Vocals, female, cinematogràfico