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