[Verse 1]
The kettle hums a low, steady note
Steam rises against the window pane
Morning light filters through the pine trees
Soft and quiet, washing away the gray
[Verse 2]
The book lies open on the wooden chair
Pages turn with a soft, paper sigh
No clocks ticking in this hidden room
Only the slow breath of the afternoon
[Chorus]
Rest for a moment, let the weight subside
Like sand sinking deep into the tide
Simple and steady, the heart finds its pace
Floating here in this wide, open space
[Outro]
Soft light
Slow breath
Just being
Still