Track
Simple Days on Wave 1.
Wave 1 track 11
A quieter memory song about ordinary routines, absent people, and the everyday details that become emotionally enormous once they are gone.
Morning light, the kettle sings But you’d forget the tea, lost in other things Oversleeping, dreams so grand With a ukulele, strumming in your hand
Oh, I miss those simple days Sunday nights, your unique ways Clearing out the cluttered mail I miss you, Abigail
You’d laugh at the tea left cold In those moments, stories told Fingers dancing on the strings Creating joy, simple things
Oh, I miss those simple days Sunday nights, your unique ways Clearing out the cluttered mail I miss you, Abigail
Now the kettle’s quiet, the tea untouched But your memory, I miss so much Your laughter echoes, soft and clear In every note, I feel you near
Oh, I miss those simple days Sunday nights, your unique ways Clearing out the cluttered mail I miss you, Abigail
So here’s to you, wherever you roam In every song, in every home Your spirit stays, forever free A part of you, always with me
Oh, I miss those simple days Sunday nights, your unique ways Clearing out the cluttered mail I miss you, Abigail
Oh, I miss those simple days Sunday nights, your unique ways Clearing out the cluttered mail I miss you, Abigail
A quieter memory song about ordinary routines, absent people, and the everyday details that become emotionally enormous once they are gone.
This is one of the softer emotional turns on Wave 1: kettle steam, cold tea, ukulele chords, and the ache of missing someone through the tiny habits that used to make a home feel full.
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