POP Music. Song: Our Simple Love.

Sunday morning light
Kitchen counter white
Your sleepy eyes

Half-awake you stumble
Messy hair, soft mumble
Toast burns but you smile

These quiet hours
Simple flowers
Nothing grand

Just us, just this
Nothing more I'd miss
Grocery store on Tuesday
Your hand finds mine the same way
Every aisle we walk

No promises of forever
Just right now feels so much better
Than anything I've known

Evening news forgotten
On the couch, your head drops down
Breathing slow and deep
Just us, just this
Simple love like this