Lyrics

Sleeping in till the world turns slow, Midday reaching its gentle glow, Breakfast at the hour we choose, Coffee steaming, ocean views. This is what we're living for— No clock to beat, no place to pour, Your hand, the couch, the afternoon, Every moment a kind of bloom. Deciding what comes next, or not, Taking time like we forgot We ever had to rush at all— This is bliss, this is all.