Coffee at Seven: Acoustic Love Song

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Coffee at Seven: Acoustic Love Song

AcousticLove SongEveryday

Estilo

Acoustic, Love Song, Everyday

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Letra

[Verse 1]

You’re up before the kettle sings

At seven, measuring coffee slow

I watch the steam curl past your sleeve

And hear the sleepy kitchen clock

You ask me how I take it now

Though you already know the way

I say, “Just like you made it yesterday”

You smile and set the cup by mine

[Chorus]

It’s the little things you do

The quiet ways you let me in

Your book open beside my knee

Your socked feet tucked beneath my shin

No grand words, no perfect scene

Just you, and all the days we choose

I find my home in the little things you do

[Verse 2]

The afternoon goes soft and slow

You read aloud a line you like

I lose my place and lean your way

While rain taps lightly at the glass

You fold the blanket over us

I turn the page, then let it wait

There’s nowhere else I need to be

When your shoulder settles next to me

[Chorus]

It’s the little things you do

The quiet ways you let me in

Your book open beside my knee

Your socked feet tucked beneath my shin

No grand words, no perfect scene

Just you, and all the days we choose

I find my home in the little things you do

[Bridge]

Years from now, the cups may chip

The old couch may give way

Still I’ll know you by the way

You save the last warm sip for me

[Final Chorus]

It’s the little things you do

The gentle ways you draw me near

A cup set down beside my hand

Your voice that makes the room feel clear

No grand words, no perfect scene

Just you, and all the days we choose

I find my home in the little things you do

[Outro]

At seven, you make coffee

And I fall in love with you