Small Morning Things
Style: Chamber folk

[Verse 1]
Cold knife left on a patterned plate
Nothing planned, nothing to state
You sit there in the early light
And somehow the whole day feels right

[Pre-chorus]
I never learned to say it grand
I just know I love your hand
Reaching for the same old jam

[Chorus]
Zara, this is what I mean
Steady, plain, and in between
No Sahara, no wide sea
Just you, breakfast, close to me

[Verse 2]
You laugh at something on your phone
Butter's soft, the bread's still warm
I watch you like it's brand new ground
Though we've sat here years around

[Pre-chorus]
I never learned to say it grand
I just know I love your hand
Reaching for the same old jam

[Chorus]
Zara, this is what I mean
Steady, plain, and in between
No Sahara, no wide sea
Just you, breakfast, close to me

[Bridge]
Some days I forget to look
Then you turn a single page
And I remember why I stayed

[Chorus]
Zara, this is what I mean
Steady, plain, and in between
No Sahara, no wide sea
Just you, breakfast, close to me

[Outro]
The knife still rests on the same blue plate
And I would choose this every day

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