Lyric

Early gray, melting to a golden ray

The shadows play, fading in a soft display

I find my way, through the mist of yesterday

A new cliché, written in the light of day

The kettle sings a tune, a silver hum

Beating like a rhythm on a distant drum

The steam is rising in a slow-mo flow

A private show, watching how the embers glow

The tempo's low, but the spirit's ready to go

A seed I sow, watching how the feelings grow

Notes on the page, like a bird in a cage

Turning the leaf, opening a brand new age

Oh, let the melody carry me high

Like an amber wing in the morning sky

With every beat, my spirit takes flight

In the pulse of the sun, dressed in the light

It’s a rhythmic bloom, a golden room

The morning heart is chasing the gloom

No words to speak, just the peace I seek

The sun on my cheek, making the spirit unique

The flow is sleek, like a mountain peak

A quiet mystique, in the silence I speak

Coffee in the cup, never looking back

Following the light on the vinyl track

Rise with the flow, let the soul ignite

Higher than the clouds, in the morning light

Heartbeat steady, ready for the race

The sun is the rhythm, all over the place!

Oh, let the melody carry me high

Like an amber wing in the morning sky

With every beat, my spirit takes flight

In the pulse of the sun, dressed in the light

It’s a rhythmic bloom, a golden room

The morning heart is chasing the gloom

Fading in the haze, in the morning rays

Lost in the rhythm of the golden days

Just the beat and the light

Everything’s going to be alright