歌詞

There’s a café by the station

With a bell above the door

Old wood shines beneath the window

Like it’s seen my face before

Coffee breathing in the sunlight

Vinyl turning soft and low

Outside footsteps keep on moving

But this room is moving slow

I sit down with my silence

Let the city fade away

In the steam above my cup

I find the words I couldn’t say

In this quiet coffee hour

I can hear my heart again

Every dream I folded gently

Opens like a paper plane

Nothing here is loud or perfect

Nothing asks me who to be

Just the spoon against the china

And a song remembering me

There are notes inside the menu

Names carved lightly near the wall

Someone left a faded postcard

From a summer long ago

Sugar packets on the table

Catch the afternoon in lines

I was younger when I entered

I am softer when I rise

All the days I kept on rushing

All the roads I tried to chase

Settle down beside the counter

In this warm familiar place

How long have I been searching

For a room that lets me breathe

In the corner of the city

I become enough for me

Every page I couldn’t finish

Every plan I left behind

Turns to music in the quiet

With the ticking keeping time

Maybe life is not a highway

Maybe not a shining prize

Maybe it is one small table

And the peace of closing eyes

In this quiet coffee hour

I can hear my heart again

Every dream I folded gently

Opens like a paper plane

Nothing here is loud or perfect

Nothing asks me who to be

Just the spoon against the china

And a song remembering me