[Verse] Rain taps the glass like a secret kept too long, Steam curls up from the bowl where old regrets belong. I stir the silence with a spoon made of light, Warmth in my hands, a quiet evening fight. [Pre-Chorus] No one calls, no one knows, Just the hum of the world in slow motion flows. The city’s a dream, and I’m half-awake, Lost in the rhythm of a quiet mistake. [Chorus] Oh, Sunday soup, simmering in the glow, Healing like a slow burn, slow and low. Rain on the window, I’m not alone, Drowning in peace where the echoes are home. Sunday soup — keep me warm, keep me sane, I’m dancing in the hush of the quiet rain. [Verse] Crimson threads in the broth, memories floating slow, Love that didn’t last, but still feels like home. The kettle sings low, a lullaby in the air, I’m wrapped in a moment, nothing to repair. [Pre-Chorus] No one calls, no one knows, Just the hum of the world in slow motion flows. The city’s a dream, and I’m half-awake, Lost in the rhythm of a quiet mistake. [Chorus] Oh, Sunday soup, simmering in the glow, Healing like a slow burn, slow and low. Rain on the window, I’m not alone, Drowning in peace where the echoes are home. Sunday soup — keep me warm, keep me sane, I’m dancing in the hush of the quiet rain. [Bridge] This ache, this calm, this slow release — The world is heavy, but I’m at ease. Let the storm come, let it fall, I’m here with my soup, my soul, my call. [Chorus] Oh, Sunday soup, simmering in the glow, Healing like a slow burn, slow and low. Rain on the window, I’m not alone, Drowning in peace where the echoes are home. Sunday soup — keep me warm, keep me sane, I’m dancing in the hush of the quiet rain. [Outro] Rain on the window… Steam in the air… Sunday soup… And I’m here… And I’m here…