Lyric

Soft morning light across the solid wood floor

The scent of timber whispering, “Take it slow.”

Fingers trace the lines of oak and pine

Every grain a secret left in time

Coffee breathing softly in the air

Golden dust is dancing everywhere

We don’t rush, we don’t run

We let the day become undone

Slow is where the magic grows

In every touch, the feeling flows

Ecoloquia (Ah… stay…)

Slow it down, don’t fade away

Touch the time, let it play

In your hands it wants to stay

Ecoloquia (Mm… breathe…)

Feel the wood beneath your feet

Every scar, every line

Turns to gold in its own time

Resin rivers shining deep and blue

Holding little galaxies for you

Night falls softly in the workspace glow

Every piece a soul you come to know

Every mark, every trace

Leaves a memory in this place

Nothing here is thrown away

We let it live another day

Ecoloquia (Ah… stay…)

Slow it down, don’t fade away

Touch the time, let it play

In your hands it wants to stay

Ecoloquia (Mm… breathe…)

Feel the wood beneath your feet

Every scar, every line

Turns to gold in its own time

Wood and heart, side by side

We don’t hide the passing tide

What is worn becomes divine

Given care, it learns to shine

Ecoloquia (Ah… stay…)

Whisper low, don’t drift away

Hold the moment, make it last

Future born from gentle past

Ecoloquia (Mm… breathe…)

Every touch is what we leave

In the slow, in the glow

That’s the only way we grow

Ecoloquia

Don’t let it go…

Stay… slow…