[Verse] Sunrise spills on the pavement, Lights blink back like old friends, Pump the beans, pour the steam, Cups start singing in the tens. Saw the spark, felt the hum, Felt the rhythm in the wires, Now the espresso’s calling— We’re the first to rise and fire. [Pre-Chorus] Clink the tray, step in time, Every drip’s a pulse in the groove, You bring the beat, I bring the soul, We’re the rhythm that the coffee stole. [Chorus] We’re opening the shop when the power comes back, Hot in the heart and soft in the track. Two voices, one steam, one slow fade, Sippin’ on the night, kickin’ the shade. From the first pour to the last beat, We’re the groove that the morning meets— Power came back, we’re open wide, Love, light, and a little pride. (Oh-oh-oh, we’re open!) [Verse] Mirrors hum, the speakers breathe, Funky echoes from the past. Mocha swirls in the morning haze, And the jukebox finds its cast. You slide in slow, I nod in tune, A nod, a smile, a shared refrain— No rush, no rule, just soul and tune, Brewed just right, like a perfect plane. [Pre-Chorus] Clink the tray, step in time, Every drip’s a pulse in the groove, You bring the beat, I bring the soul, We’re the rhythm that the coffee stole. [Chorus] We’re opening the shop when the power comes back, Hot in the heart and soft in the track. Two voices, one steam, one slow fade, Sippin’ on the night, kickin’ the shade. From the first pour to the last beat, We’re the groove that the morning meets— Power came back, we’re open wide, Love, light, and a little pride. (Oh-oh-oh, we’re open!) [Bridge] No alarm, no need to rush, We’re in the now, we’re in the hush. Steam rises, thoughts dissolve, Every cup’s a reason to live. A little funk, a lot of grace, This is the place, this is the space— Where the world starts slow, then breaks, And we’re the beat on the waking lake. [Chorus] We’re opening the shop when the power comes back, Hot in the heart and soft in the track. Two voices, one steam, one slow fade, Sippin’ on the night, kickin’ the shade. From the first pour to the last beat, We’re the groove that the morning meets— Power came back, we’re open wide, Love, light, and a little pride. (Oh-oh-oh, we’re open!) [Outro] Cup in hand, the beat still plays, Morning’s low, but we’re in the maze. Power came back, yeah, we’re here, Sippin’ slow, no need to fear. Open wide… open wide… We’re open wide.