[Verse] Sunlight slips through the windowpane, Dusty grooves and a soft refrain, Hands steady on the faded wood, Finding magic where it stood. [Pre-Chorus] Every screw and every wire, Brings the music back to life, A gentle hum, a spark of fire, Turning silence into light. [Chorus] Spin it round, let the vinyl play, Sunday’s here, chase the clouds away, Crackling notes in the afternoon, Fixing dreams to a warm, sweet tune. Spin it round, hear the melody, In this moment, we’re free to be, Every sound, every sigh, On this record, we’ll fly high. [Verse] Needle drops on a vintage song, Heartbeats sync where they belong, Broken parts now feeling whole, Music mends the restless soul. [Pre-Chorus] Every groove and every line, Tells a story years behind, In the quiet, there’s a sign, Hope is in the song you'll find. [Chorus] Spin it round, let the vinyl play, Sunday’s here, chase the clouds away, Crackling notes in the afternoon, Fixing dreams to a warm, sweet tune. Spin it round, hear the melody, In this moment, we’re free to be, Every sound, every sigh, On this record, we’ll fly high. [Bridge] Through the static, through the noise, Find the simple joys, Life’s a rhythm, slow and true, Spinning close, me and you. [Chorus] Spin it round, let the vinyl play, Sunday’s here, chase the clouds away, Crackling notes in the afternoon, Fixing dreams to a warm, sweet tune. Spin it round, hear the melody, In this moment, we’re free to be, Every sound, every sigh, On this record, we’ll fly high. [Outro] Spin it round, the song remains, Sunday’s love in the vinyl veins.