[Verse] Flour dust swirls in the fading light, Hands press slow through the quiet night. Echoes fall from the steeple high, Soft church chimes weave through the sky. [Pre-Chorus] Every fold, every turn, Memories in the dough still burn. Whispers hum from the past, In this moment, time will last. [Chorus] Kneading hope in the silent air, Distant bells remind me you’re there. Broken hearts in a gentle flow, Carried deep in the bread I know. Kneading hope in the silent air, Distant bells remind me you’re there. Hold me close through the ebb and glow, In this quiet, I won’t let go. [Verse] Warmth rises in the humble dough, Eyes half-closed where daydreams go. Shadows soft, a tender sigh, Underneath the evening sky. [Pre-Chorus] Every fold, every turn, Memories in the dough still burn. Whispers hum from the past, In this moment, time will last. [Chorus] Kneading hope in the silent air, Distant bells remind me you’re there. Broken hearts in a gentle flow, Carried deep in the bread I know. Kneading hope in the silent air, Distant bells remind me you’re there. Hold me close through the ebb and glow, In this quiet, I won’t let go. [Bridge] Let the chimes ring soft and slow, Like waves that rise and fold below. In this hush, I am less alone, Finding comfort in the tone. [Chorus] Kneading hope in the silent air, Distant bells remind me you’re there. Broken hearts in a gentle flow, Carried deep in the bread I know. Kneading hope in the silent air, Distant bells remind me you’re there. Hold me close through the ebb and glow, In this quiet, I won’t let go. [Outro] Flour dust fades with morning’s light, Echoes soften, fade from sight. In the bread, your song will stay, Till the bells ring again someday.