(A bright, rhythmic acoustic guitar strumming, accompanied by a soft, whistling melody)

Golden beams cut through the white lace blinds

Leaving all the heavy dreams far behind

The kettle is singing a lazy little tune

Waking up the kitchen just a bit too soon

You’re still tangled in the sheets, half asleep

While I’m watching the shadows slowly creep

A click from the toaster, a sudden sweet surprise

Just waiting for the moment you open up your eyes

And the toast by the morning window is burning gold

Like the warm little secret that we get to hold

With butter melting sweet, just like your sleepy smile

Let’s slice up the sunrise and just stay here a while

The scent of hot coffee drifts across the floor

We don’t need to rush out of the bedroom door

You crawl to the table with messy, bedhead hair

And suddenly there’s magic floating in the air

The world outside is spinning way too fast

Chasing after things that never seem to last

But right here in the kitchen, time forgot to run

We’re just two lucky people caught up in the sun

Now the crumbs on the morning window are shining bright

Washing away the coldness of the lonely night

With jam on your fingers and love in your eyes

This ordinary Sunday is our grandest prize

Take a bite of the morning, take a sip of the light

Everything we ever needed is right here in sight

Just you and me...

By the morning window.

(The acoustic guitar finishes with a single, warm strum, followed by the sound of a satisfied laugh)