Copper kettle starts to steam.
White tile floor is like a dream.
Four small paws on polished stone.
I am here and all alone.
Count the beats until the light.
Racing through the dying night.
Left and right and round the bend.
Wait for morning in the end.
Saffron fur and patches black.
Walking on a hidden track.
Golden eyes that watch the door.
Counting prints across the floor.
Count the beats until the light.
Racing through the dying night.
Left and right and round the bend.
Wait for morning in the end.
Heavy boots begin to shake.
Cold blue water in the lake.
Iron pots and wooden spoons.
Humming all the old school tunes.
Count the beats until the light.
Racing through the dying night.
Left and right and round the bend.
Wait for morning in the end.
Silver spoons and porcelain cups.
Wake the sleeping spirit up.
Counting steps to reach the heat.
Walking on my velvet feet.
The clock is ticking on the wall.
The kitchen feels so wide and tall.
The steam is rising in a cloud.
The ticking heart is beating loud.
Sipping tea from a painted rim.
The early morning light is dim.
One last lap around the room.
Chasing out the midnight gloom.
Count the beats until the light.
Racing through the dying night.
Left and right and round the bend.
Wait for morning in the end.
One step, two step, count it slow.
Now the morning sun will glow.
