Another Summer Day

(Suno v5) [Intro] Balcony breeze tastes like eucalyptus and rain The moon is glitching softly in the puddles on the lane Neighbour’s dog is barking at a ghost I cannot see I am floating through a Tuesday that is floating back through me [Verse 1] Kettle on the stovetop whistling like an old machine Steam painting little galaxies on tiles that need a clean Magpies gossip gently from the powerline above They say all broken people still deserve a quiet love There are fingerprints on windows from my son’s curious hands Tiny constellations smudged across the glassy lands The fridge hum is a choir, singing low and slightly flat All these mundane miracles, I almost never looked at [Pre chorus] (Drums fade in lightly, clean guitar chords) Ceiling fan halo turning night into a breeze Milk stains on the table, tiny chaos at my knees I am still here, half-awake, halfway to myself Trying not to pour a storm back down from the top shelf [Chorus] Now the cul-de-sac is glowing like a bubble made of dawn All the fences shed their shadows like a snake that’s newly born I am sinking into carpet, into laughter in the hall I love them more than any foggy universe I can recall Yeah the streetlights bend like candles at a blurry birthday wish But the whisky’s losing lightning, and I do not need a sip I am gliding through the suburbs with a kettle, tea, and calm Just trying to wake up steady in the shelter of their arms [Verse 2] My kid’s dinosaurs are marching through a cereal spill Sticky footprints of adventure on the counter, standing still His socks don’t match, his smile spills blue light from the cartoons He is orbiting through breakfast like a comet eating moons The washing machine is dreaming in its bubbling, soapy sleep Turning shirts into a nebula, and socks into the deep I breathe slow, like I am learning how a morning truly starts Like the universe is smaller, and it fits inside our hearts [Break] Yeah I kept trying to find meaning in a bottle, in a haze Like there’s secrets in the liquor, or a shortcut through the maze But the truth was folded gently in a crayon on the floor In the quiet of the dishes, in the socks behind the door The Gold Coast sunrise creeping through the blinds and through my doubt And I realise I can choose to let the static filter out There is magic in the mundane, in the breakfast mess and noise And love is just attention given to these little joys [Bridge] Let the colours fade to natural Let the tempo slow to real Let the haze dissolve to daylight Let the heart remember how to feel [Chorus] Now the cul-de-sac is glowing like a bubble made of dawn I am finally learning how to stay when things feel wrong I walked back from the fog, from the bottle, from the slip I love them more than any chest-cold storm that used to grip Yeah the sunrise isn’t perfect, but it cracks the night in two I found a softer version of myself and followed through If the future keeps unfolding like a napkin full of crumbs I will still be in the kitchen, making tea when morning comes [outro] Kettle cools, Sun breaks through, Little voice laughing, Everything new. Good morning, I am here.