Skyline in My Coffee

[Verse 1]

Morning crowd, paper cups

You slide in, dress undone

Laugh lines, last night on your lips

You say, "Play something that fits"

Stirring cream in my doubt

You lean close, tune me out

Horns outside on the street

Inside, your knee finds my knee

[Chorus]

You’re my skyline in my coffee

My late show in the sun

Every quiet little moment

Feels like a headline run

Hands up high in this small booth

Like a field of open palms

You turn this little corner

Into a midnight festival song (oh yeah)

[Verse 2]

You talk bands, I talk bills

We trade dreams, cheap refills

You trace charts on my wrist

Say, "You were made for this"

Taxi horns start to blend

With the plans that we pretend

You say, "Why not book that stage?

Write our names across that page"

[Chorus]

You’re my skyline in my coffee

My late show in the sun

Every quiet little moment

Feels like a headline run

Hands up high in this small booth

Like a field of open palms

You turn this little corner

Into a midnight festival song (hey!)

[Bridge]

[Drop – drums fall to rim clicks, bass holds a low drone]

Crowd in my head

Lights in your eyes

Can you hear them call our names

Past these ordinary lives?

If the world leans in

We’ll lean back strong

Two chairs, one check

Still a sold-out song (oh)

[Chorus]

You’re my skyline in my coffee

My late show in the sun

Every quiet little moment

Feels like a headline run

Hands up high in this small booth

Like a field of open palms

You turn this little corner

Into a midnight festival song

[Outro]

[Band vamps, horns answering vocal]

Midnight festival song

Our little festival song (doo-ba, doo-ba)

You and me, center stage

On this corner, all along