Warm Currents

(mmmmm) Soft morning light across the floor

Coffee steaming

in an old ceramic cup

No rush to face the world or hurry up

You stir your thoughts and let the quiet stay

A slow sweet start

to an ordinary day

Every simple thing we hold

Feels a little more like gold

(yeah, like gold)

Here in the warmth of the room

Every little promise starts to bloom

Nothing to chase,

nothing to prove

Just falling soft

into

the groove (into the groove,

yeah)

Outside the winter wind is blowing dry

Inside we watch the easy clouds drift by

You trace a line across my open hand

No explanations needed to understand

Here in the warmth of the room

Every little promise starts to bloom

Nothing to chase,

nothing to prove

Just falling soft into

the groove (ooh yeah,

right into the groove)

Falling soft (mmmmm)

Just let it breathe