[Verse] Smoke curls slow through the dim light, Grandma stirs the pot with quiet might. Spices rise like old regrets, Her hands move fast, but the past is set. [Pre-Chorus] Every crack in the pan, a memory, A name she whispers, low and free. The stove hums low like a lullaby, But I know the truth — it’s not goodbye. [Chorus] We cook in shadows, love in fire, Burnin’ through the night with no desire. She don’t speak, but I feel the weight, Of every lie she ever made. Smoke in my lungs, soul in the flame, I’m her daughter, I’m her shame. We cook in shadows, love in fire — Still the same, still the same, still the same. [Verse] She slices silence like a blade, The knife sings songs the world has paid. A ghost in apron, sharp and worn, Her eyes hold secrets, never sworn. [Pre-Chorus] The radio’s dead, but I still hear, Her voice in the echoes, sharp and clear. The clock stopped when the blood ran thin, And the kitchen stayed — the sin within. [Chorus] We cook in shadows, love in fire, Burnin’ through the night with no desire. She don’t speak, but I feel the weight, Of every lie she ever made. Smoke in my lungs, soul in the flame, I’m her daughter, I’m her shame. We cook in shadows, love in fire — Still the same, still the same, still the same. [Bridge] No one said the truth would taste like ash, Or that a hand could build a crash. But I’m still here, in the steam and the heat, Learning how to love and how to beat. She’s the flame, I’m the smoke, We’re both the wound, we’re both the proof. We don’t speak, but we’re screaming loud — In every bite, that kitchen’s proud. [Chorus] We cook in shadows, love in fire, Burnin’ through the night with no desire. She don’t speak, but I feel the weight, Of every lie she ever made. Smoke in my lungs, soul in the flame, I’m her daughter, I’m her shame. We cook in shadows, love in fire — Still the same, still the same, still the same. [Outro] Still the same… Smoke in my lungs… Love in fire… Still the same…