[Verse] Soft light spills across the flour dust, Hands fold the quiet, gentle and hushed. Whispers of warmth in the silent room, Chimes drift like echoes, weaving the bloom. [Pre-Chorus] All these moments spun so slow, In the breath of morning’s glow. [Chorus] Kneading the day in my hands, Dreams rising like the softest strands. Hear the bells, they call and sigh, Floating in air, lullabies. Kneading the day in my hands, Time slips like grains of sand. Hold this hush inside me tight— Fragile light in fading night. [Verse] The dough bends with every tender fold, Secrets of warmth in a story told. Faint chimes linger beyond the wall, A fragile thread I almost recall. [Pre-Chorus] All these moments spun so slow, In the breath of morning’s glow. [Chorus] Kneading the day in my hands, Dreams rising like the softest strands. Hear the bells, they call and sigh, Floating in air, lullabies. Kneading the day in my hands, Time slips like grains of sand. Hold this hush inside me tight— Fragile light in fading night. [Bridge] The world hums below the skin, A secret song that pulls me in. Every fold a whispered prayer, Chimes of silence everywhere. [Chorus] Kneading the day in my hands, Dreams rising like the softest strands. Hear the bells, they call and sigh, Floating in air, lullabies. Kneading the day in my hands, Time slips like grains of sand. Hold this hush inside me tight— Fragile light in fading night. [Outro] Fragile light— Fading night— Hold me close— Soft and slow.