Golden Hour Skin 9

Verse

You walked into the lobby, umbrella folding slow

Coffee stain on your wrist and a laugh that I know

Silver hair in the rain, a smile like gold coins falling

I stopped checking my watch for the first time all day, standing

Your boots left prints in the water

Half an inch from where I stood, and I didn't move back

Pre-Chorus

Maybe I was waiting on you to see me

Not just passing through the lobby of this memory

Chorus

You turned my ordinary into golden hour skin

Soft as sunset, warm as that one song again

Every stranger turning into family

Your hand brushing mine and I let it in

Verse 2

Six weeks of Sundays spent at your kitchen table

Folding paper snowflakes so they didn't scatter and fall

I learned how to make a good cup of tea from a bag

But that's not the part you remember, is it?

It was the laugh we let out when the kettle did its thing

The way a small moment felt like Christmas morning, singing

Pre-Chorus

Maybe I was waiting on you to see me

Not just passing through the lobby of this memory

Chorus

You turned my ordinary into golden hour skin

Soft as sunset, warm as that one song again

Every stranger turning into family

Your hand brushing mine and I let it in

Bridge

I don't need a fancy skyline to feel alive

Just your palm on the back of my neck, holding still tonight

This is how the ordinary becomes magic

Not the fireworks, not the crowds, just us, no friction

Chorus

You turned my ordinary into golden hour skin

Soft as sunset, warm as that one song again

Every stranger turning into family

Your hand brushing mine and I let it in