Stirring Up Solitude

Letra

[Verse 1] The kettle whistles like a low‑key alarm, Steam curls up and paints the dark with amber. I stir the tea, the spoon sings a little sigh, And I taste the memory of your goodbye. [Pre‑Chorus] The spoon drops a rhythm in the mug, A soft echo that feels like a hug. [Chorus] I sip the silence, heat rises high, Each droplet whispers a story that won’t die. In this quiet corner I light my own fire, The kettle’s hum, the beat that keeps me on fire. [Verse 2] The glass of the window catches city glow, Footsteps fade but the kettle keeps the flow. I close my eyes, watch steam map a sky, Tracing the places where my thoughts used to lie. [Pre‑Chorus] The spoon clinks again, a steady drum, A tiny drumbeat that keeps the night from numb. [Chorus] I sip the silence, heat rises high, Each droplet whispers a story that won’t die. In this quiet corner I light my own fire, The kettle’s hum, the beat that keeps me on fire. [Bridge] If I could turn the tea back in time, I'd pour it into a glass of yours, But I’ll keep this cup, warm and fine, Let the night write its own applause. [Chorus] I sip the silence, heat rises high, Each droplet whispers a story that won’t die. In this quiet corner I light my own fire, The kettle’s hum, the beat that keeps me on fire. [Outro] When the last sip cools, the kettle sighs, The night takes the story and the day lies.