Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in morning gray,
Empty rooms where shadows play.
A quiet house, a turning key,
Just the kettle calling me.
Old chipped tiles beneath my feet,
A scent of lemons, bittersweet.
The linoleum, worn and cold,
Stories this kitchen has untold.
Sunlight spills across the floor,
Like memories knocking at the door.
I trace the grain of weathered wood,
Wishing things were understood.
Kettle steam, a silver sigh,
Watching minutes drifting by.
Empty chair, a silent plea,
Just the kettle and me.
A cracked mug, faded blue,
Held your hands, and held them true.
I see your smile, a ghostly trace,
Lost within this lonely space.
The window pane, a misty sheen,
Reflecting what has been.
The rhythmic hiss, a gentle sound,
Lost and lonely, homeward bound.
Kettle steam, a silver sigh,
Watching minutes drifting by.
Empty chair, a silent plea,
Just the kettle and me.
Years have passed, the storm has blown,
Left me standing here alone.
The light still turns, a steady beam,
Lost in a half-forgotten dream.
I pour the tea, a fragrant brew,
A simple ritual, seeing me through.
Each warming sip a sweet release,
A fleeting moment of inner peace.
Kettle steam, a silver sigh,
Watching minutes drifting by.
Empty chair, a silent plea,
Just the kettle and me.
Kettle steam, a silver sigh,
Watching minutes drifting by.
Empty chair, a whispered plea,
Just the kettle and me.
Steam ascends, a fragile grace,
Lost within this quiet place.
The kettle sings its lonely tune,
Beneath the pale afternoon.
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