Tiny Revolutions

Morning tilts its hat, the kettle sings our tune Your slippers tap a rhythm on the kitchen floor Newspapers shout thunder, the sun says goodbye to the moon And your smile folds the headlines till they matter no more We trade small conspiracies over buttered toast Plan no empires — just the next small, honest thing Hold my hand like a secret, like a lighthouse to the coast And the world, for one slow minute, forgets its sting Tiny revolutions — you and I against the grey Turning weekday coffee into something brave and bright Tiny revolutions — gentle as a child's play We start a little wild with every ordinary night Windows keep our footprints, chalked in sunlight and rain Neighbors nod like soldiers to a parade of two We tie our laces tighter and walk through minor pain Singing tiny anthems that feel like something new Tiny revolutions — you and I against the grey Turning weekday coffee into something brave and bright Tiny revolutions — gentle as a child's play We start a little wild with every ordinary night Track from the album "Tiny Revolutions"