Tiny Revolutions

Morning tilts its hat, the kettle sings our tune
Your slippers tap a rhythm on the kitchen floor
Newspapers shout thunder, the sun says goodbye to the moon
And your smile folds the headlines till they matter no more

We trade small conspiracies over buttered toast
Plan no empires — just the next small, honest thing
Hold my hand like a secret, like a lighthouse to the coast
And the world, for one slow minute, forgets its sting

Tiny revolutions — you and I against the grey
Turning weekday coffee into something brave and bright
Tiny revolutions — gentle as a child's play
We start a little wild with every ordinary night

Windows keep our footprints, chalked in sunlight and rain
Neighbors nod like soldiers to a parade of two
We tie our laces tighter and walk through minor pain
Singing tiny anthems that feel like something new

Tiny revolutions — you and I against the grey
Turning weekday coffee into something brave and bright
Tiny revolutions — gentle as a child's play
We start a little wild with every ordinary night

Track from the album "Tiny Revolutions"