[00:00.00]K Magic
[00:03.55]Lyrics by：Clovin
[00:07.10]Composed by：Clovin
[00:10.65]The key turns in the lock a familiar weary sound
[00:15.51]Dropping bags by the door my thoughts spinning round
[00:21.09]But then I hear it from the kitchen soft and bright
[00:26.28]The click the gentle hiss a welcoming light
[00:30.90]You're already moving two mugs on the counter waiting
[00:35.49]A silent conversation our tiredness is stating
[00:40.83]No grand interrogation bout how the day went wrong
[00:46.44]Just the ritual of water where we both belong
[00:51.24]It's the kettle whistle calling a signal in the night
[00:56.61]A steam filled declaration everything's alright
[01:01.05]In the steam that rises in the ceramic's heat
[01:06.03]Finds a quiet kind of peace makes the chaos feel complete
[01:11.76]It's a simple steamy anchor holding us both tight
[01:21.84]To the moment to the now in the soft kitchen light
[01:31.86]You choose the chamomile I go for the green
[01:36.72]Little choices matter in this domestic scene
[01:41.97]The pour is careful slow a tiny waterfall
[01:46.80]Watching leaves unfurl answering a silent call
[01:51.72]We sit at the small table let the silence breathe
[01:56.49]Sometimes the deepest talks are the ones we don't weave
[02:02.28]Just the clink of spoon on cup a sigh that's understood
[02:06.75]This is how we rebuild the day for bad and for good
[02:12.09]It's the kettle whistle calling a signal in the night
[02:17.43]A steam filled declaration everything's alright
[02:21.66]In the steam that rises in the ceramic's heat
[02:26.85]Finds a quiet kind of peace makes the chaos feel complete
[02:32.61]It's a simple steamy anchor holding us both tight
[02:42.66]To the moment to the now in the soft kitchen light
[02:52.50]And all the world's loud problems can sit out on the street
[02:55.86]For these few stolen minutes where our heartbeats meet
[03:01.77]In the ritual the waiting the warmth against our palms
[03:06.54]Is a stronger kind of magic a healing gentle balm
[03:12.51]It's not in the solution it's in the shared patient space
[03:18.51]The love is in the doing at this slow and steady pace
[03:23.28]The tea is gone the mugs are cold the night begins to deepen
[03:28.23]But the warmth it left inside us is a promise we will keep on
[03:33.39]Tomorrow might be frantic loud and hard to face
[03:46.26]But we'll meet here at the kettle in our own familiar space