[Verse] Whispers float where shadows sway, Apricots at dawn, three for a day. Soft hands cradle peaches sweet, Moonlit market hum beneath my feet. [Pre-Chorus] Silver light on velvet rows, Calling out while the cool wind blows. [Chorus] Two for the olives, ripe and green, Whisper low what you’ve never seen. Tender moments in morning’s breath, Counting life like a quiet debt. Two for the olives, ripe and green, Softly sold in the night’s deep sheen. [Verse] Baskets bowed with humble grains, Whisper prices, gentle refrains. Stars above hum a lullaby, Murmurs traded where dreams lie. [Pre-Chorus] Silver light on velvet rows, Calling out while the cool wind blows. [Chorus] Two for the olives, ripe and green, Whisper low what you’ve never seen. Tender moments in morning’s breath, Counting life like a quiet debt. Two for the olives, ripe and green, Softly sold in the night’s deep sheen. [Bridge] Soft the moon, in silver lace, Holding time in a quiet place. Each word a gift, each price a song, In this market where we belong. [Chorus] Two for the olives, ripe and green, Whisper low what you’ve never seen. Tender moments in morning’s breath, Counting life like a quiet debt. Two for the olives, ripe and green, Softly sold in the night’s deep sheen. [Outro] Whisper low, carry on, Morning’s grace in the quiet dawn.