Track Insight / Lyrics
Old enamel, chipped and worn,
A silent witness to the morn.
Coils are glowin', barely bright,
Waitin' on the water, all through the night.
I'm a burner, black and cold,
Stories simmered, never told.
Seen a million cups of joe,
Heard the secrets, soft and low.
New hands touch my rusted face,
This kitchen ain't my usual place.
Different pans and hurried sighs,
Watchin' steam begin to rise.
Cold plate static, hummin' low,
Waitin' for the water, watchin' it go.
A slow burnin' in the quiet air,
Someone's hopin', someone cares.
She's been starin' at the wall,
Didn't hear the kettle call.
Lost in shadows, deep and blue,
Wishin' dreams would see her through.
New hands touch my rusted face,
This kitchen ain't my usual place.
Different pans and hurried sighs,
Watchin' steam begin to rise.
Cold plate static, hummin' low,
Waitin' for the water, watchin' it go.
A slow burnin' in the quiet air,
Someone's hopin', someone cares.
This chipped Formica, seen it all,
Broken promises, a silent fall.
He left a note and a coffee stain,
Washin' down the hurt and pain.
Bubbles risin', clear and free,
A fragile hope for you and me.
The water's boilin', loud and strong,
Maybe things won't stay wrong for long.
Cold plate static, hummin' low,
Waitin' for the water, watchin' it go.
A slow burnin' in the quiet air,
Someone's hopin', someone cares.
She pours the tea, a gentle steam,
Lost in thought, a waking dream.
A little sugar, stirs it slow,
Letting go of what she don't know.
Cold plate static, hummin' high,
Watchin' the water, reach for the sky!
A slow burnin' in the quiet air,
Someone's hopin', someone *dares*.
The water's gone, the kettle's still,
Just the hummin' on the windowsill.
Cold plate static, fades away,
Waitin' for another lonely day.
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