[Verse] Morning air is soft and slow, Whispers where the warm winds blow, Golden crusts in quiet light, Fading dreams of restless night. [Pre-Chorus] Every breath a gentle thread, Ties me close to where I’ve been, Echoes from the oven’s glow, Calling me back home again. [Chorus] Sweet the scent that leads me in, Where the day and hope begin, Broken pieces, crust and crumb, Find me waiting — I’ve become Part of this familiar bread, Every thread of warmth it’s spread, Soft and slow, my heart will go, Back where all the mornings hold. [Verse] Footsteps slow along the street, Tangled memories bittersweet, Faces blurred in fading light, Lost in haze of dough and night. [Pre-Chorus] Every breath a gentle thread, Ties me close to where I’ve been, Echoes from the oven’s glow, Calling me back home again. [Chorus] Sweet the scent that leads me in, Where the day and hope begin, Broken pieces, crust and crumb, Find me waiting — I’ve become Part of this familiar bread, Every thread of warmth it’s spread, Soft and slow, my heart will go, Back where all the mornings hold. [Bridge] In the quiet, there’s a song, Soft and steady, all day long, Through the miles and through the years, Baked in laughter, soaked in tears. [Chorus] Sweet the scent that leads me in, Where the day and hope begin, Broken pieces, crust and crumb, Find me waiting — I’ve become Part of this familiar bread, Every thread of warmth it’s spread, Soft and slow, my heart will go, Back where all the mornings hold. [Outro] Back where all the mornings hold, Back where all the mornings hold.