Lyric

The birds are singing, it's eight o'clock again

Another city morning, the sound of the alarm

Poured the black coffee, the air is thin and cold

A hazy shimmer through the lo-fi window glass

My mind says "no," but my body moves along

My feet are tapping out the daily groove

Gotta cut through this heavy, stagnant air

Whisper an ambient lie: "I'll be just fine"

Step out and vanish into the street's deep funk

This is the rhythm, past the routine and the gray

The familiar road feels a little bit jazzy today

I sing my theme song, a quiet, humble prayer

The smallest melody to get me through the day

The news is on, a lyric-less noise, a heavy sound

Another tragic story, accident in town

Why is the world always set to this high tension?

Wash it down with the shower, seeking true oblivion

But look, the melody is waiting on the table

A silly conversation, the only swing that's stable

Just a little drink, and your smile—my perfect chord

This is the rhythm, past the chaos and the fear

This quiet comfort is the only truth that's clear

I sing my theme song, the peace I've longed to find

I wish this perfect moment would last forever