[Verse] Sunlight slips through cotton blinds, Kitchen smells like thyme and time, The record hums a soft embrace, A dusty crackle fills the space. [Pre-Chorus] And I’m waiting on the warmth to rise, A gentle glow inside my mind. [Chorus] Sunday soup, slow and sweet, Simmer down with that old beat, Floating on this lazy sound, Where peace and love are found. Sunday soup, stir it slow, Let the quiet moments grow, In the warm light, I belong, With this soft, old song. [Verse] Windows fog with gentle steam, Reminding me of simple dreams, The world outside moves fast and loud, But here, I’m lost, but somehow found. [Pre-Chorus] And the needle drops again, Falling into where I’ve been. [Chorus] Sunday soup, slow and sweet, Simmer down with that old beat, Floating on this lazy sound, Where peace and love are found. Sunday soup, stir it slow, Let the quiet moments grow, In the warm light, I belong, With this soft, old song. [Bridge] Let the minutes melt away, In this fleeting, golden day, Every crackle feels like home, Here’s the place I’m never alone. [Chorus] Sunday soup, slow and sweet, Simmer down with that old beat, Floating on this lazy sound, Where peace and love are found. Sunday soup, stir it slow, Let the quiet moments grow, In the warm light, I belong, With this soft, old song. [Outro] With this soft, old song, I belong.