[Verse] Crumbling crumbs in the morning light, Smoke rings dance through the kitchen air. I stirred the pot with a careful hand, Now it’s just a story in charred despair. [Pre-Chorus] A flicker of flame, a whisper of doubt, Sugared dreams that turned too sour. But somewhere in the silence, A quiet laugh begins to rise… [Chorus] Oh, the fire won’t burn, but my heart does, In the haze of what I thought I knew. Laughter slips from the windowpane, Soft as dust on a forgotten tune. Oh, the world’s not lost, just a little burnt, And I’m laughing in the golden haze— A toast to the mess, a toast to the pause— And the sweetest kind of grace. [Verse] The toaster hums its old apology, I set it down, not quite a crime. A slice of hope, a half-baked plan, Still tastes like love in the dimming light. [Pre-Chorus] The kettle sings, the air grows still, A moment caught in buttered gold. And in the quiet, I feel it— A peace that’s not too bold. [Chorus] Oh, the fire won’t burn, but my heart does, In the haze of what I thought I knew. Laughter slips from the windowpane, Soft as dust on a forgotten tune. Oh, the world’s not lost, just a little burnt, And I’m laughing in the golden haze— A toast to the mess, a toast to the pause— And the sweetest kind of grace. [Bridge] Maybe this is the way it should be— Not perfect, but full of breath, A life that’s not too polished, Yet full of things I’ll never forget. And when the silence hums too long, There’s still a song beneath the smoke… [Chorus] Oh, the fire won’t burn, but my heart does, In the haze of what I thought I knew. Laughter slips from the windowpane, Soft as dust on a forgotten tune. Oh, the world’s not lost, just a little burnt, And I’m laughing in the golden haze— A toast to the mess, a toast to the pause— And the sweetest kind of grace. [Outro] Mmm, golden haze… Mmm, the sweetest kind of grace… A toast… And a breath… And a laugh… That’s all.