Sun in the Sky

Bare feet on the tiles, Old records on repeat. Your laugh spills through the hall Like a fruit on the breeze. Open the window Wide, let the room turn I can feel you Come alive in the things you Hold. In the things you hold. Sun in the sky. The clouds roll in, And the paint goes gray. I’ll keep this warm In a folded way. The sun is in the sky on the cheap, Old blinds. Your coffee cools my hands while day leans in Just right. Open the window wide, Let the room turn gold. I can feel you come alive In the things you hold. In the things you hold. Sun in the sky. In the things you hold. Sun In the sky.