Track Insight / Lyrics
I fumble in the dark, feel for the switch
Dust motes swirl like stars as I flip the light
Attic space, so still, except for the crackle and hiss
Of the old phonograph playing my favorite records still
Then morning comes, the sun creeps through the blinds
Casting shadows on the wall in a waltz of time
I watch the light grow, feeling alive again
As the world awakens, and I rise to the dawn's refrain
Hours of baking, the sweet scent filling the air
Night's secrets fade with each rise, each pattern so fair
Loaves and pastries, my creations, a labor of love
Offerings for the day, a gift from my window above
Then morning comes, the sun creeps through the blinds
Casting shadows on the wall in a waltz of time
I watch the light grow, feeling alive again
As the world awakens, and I rise to the dawn's refrain
The state of my soul, hidden in every crust
The love I pour, a recipe no one can rust
Frayed edges, singed and smoked, from countless ovens past
A baker's tale etched, this attic room where I last had rest
Then morning comes, the sun creeps through the blinds
Casting shadows on the wall in a waltz of time
I watch the light grow, feeling alive again
As the world awakens, and I rise to the dawn's refrain
With a sigh, the albums settle, the music fades away
As the sun touches the roof, I'll bake another day
In the attic's quiet heart, my story starts anew
When morning comes, and the world, with me, is reborn anew.
