Lyric

Sunday coffee and old songs

Where did all the time go wrong?

You in my sweater, singing along

Now it's just silence, but the scent is strong

Mornings brew a quiet ache

With every sip, my heart still breaks

You used to hum the second verse

Off-key but sweet, like a gentle curse

Record crackles, sunshine beams

Our love lived in those quiet scenes

Now the kettle sings alone

Filling up this empty home

I play the vinyl, close my eyes

Pretend you're here, and time’s a lie

Sunday coffee and old songs

Where did all the time go wrong?

You in my sweater, singing along

Now it's just silence, but the scent is strong

Mornings brew a quiet ache

With every sip, my heart still breaks

I leave a cup across from me

As if you'll walk in casually

The sugar’s there, the cream just right

A toast to memories every night

And though the radio has changed

That same old tune still says your name

I let it play, let it rewind

To feel you one more Sunday time

Sunday coffee and old songs

Where did all the time go wrong?

You in my sweater, singing along

Now it's just silence, but the scent is strong

Mornings brew a quiet ache

With every sip, my heart still breaks

Maybe love is just a sound

That lingers when no one's around

But in that mug and melody

You’re still coming back to me

Sunday coffee and old songs

Still playing like you’re not gone

The air still warms with your embrace

Even if it's just a trace

Love brewed deep in quiet tones

Still fills this house, though I’m alone