[Verse] Morning light slips through the blinds, Whispers soft like olden times, A little warmth, a secret sweet, The scent of cinnamon, the street we meet. [Pre-Chorus] And I drift, I drift back home, To places where the heart has grown. [Chorus] Cinnamon rolls from the neighbor’s oven, A dreamy spell that I’m falling in, Wrapped in memories softly woven, A taste of past that never ends. Cinnamon rolls from the neighbor’s oven, Calling me back to where I’ve been. [Verse] Footsteps slow on morning streets, Echoes of our whispered beats, That gentle smell that pulls me near, Like quiet days when you were here. [Pre-Chorus] And I breathe, I breathe it in, The sweetness where my dreams begin. [Chorus] Cinnamon rolls from the neighbor’s oven, A dreamy spell that I’m falling in, Wrapped in memories softly woven, A taste of past that never ends. Cinnamon rolls from the neighbor’s oven, Calling me back to where I’ve been. [Bridge] Time slips like sugar melting slow, In every bite, the love I know, Floating on this tender breeze, A moment caught, a gentle tease. [Chorus] Cinnamon rolls from the neighbor’s oven, A dreamy spell that I’m falling in, Wrapped in memories softly woven, A taste of past that never ends. Cinnamon rolls from the neighbor’s oven, Calling me back to where I’ve been. [Outro] Soft and sweet, the morning calls, In cinnamon, my heart recalls.