Silver Pan Morning

Family memory

A Sunday-morning love song — silver pan, chocolate chips, and the quiet magic of cooking up the future together.

Lyrics

Transcribed from the recording — close to the song, but not always word-perfect.

Smile
Sunday Morning let the coffee steam
Watching how you blow a quiet dream
You're flipping shadows in a silver pan
A golden circle for your biggest fan
Chocolate chips melts in like the winter ice
One look at you and the world is nice
No diamonds needed, you're the rarest find
A down to earth soul with a brilliant mind
Every day is a lucky strike and you're the light
Fighting fire just to hold you through the night
Everland, you're a masterpiece in every frame
Cooking up the future, nothing stays the same
Catching like a hook, yeah, you're stuck in my head
Best kind of lucky, yeah, just like I said
Sharp as a razor when you hit the street
You got the style that makes the city complete
Evil in your climbing up that ladder fast
Building a legacy that's gonna last
Sometimes we clash, yeah, the lightning strikes
But we find the peace in the things that we like
From the kitchen table to the top floor of you
Everything I do, yeah, I do it for you
Every day is a lucky strike and you're the light
Fighting fire just to hold you through the night
Everland, you're a masterpiece in every frame
Cooking up the future, nothing stays the same
Catching like a hook, yeah, you're stuck in my head
Best kind of lucky, yeah, just like I said
Be on the noise, be on the heavy rain
Your smile is the shelter, washing out the pain
I don't need the world as long as you are there
Everland, you're the breath in every breath
Every day is a lucky strike and you're the light
Fighting fire just to hold you through the night
Everland, you're a masterpiece in every frame
Cooking up the future, nothing stays the same
Catching like a hook, yeah, you're stuck in my head
Best kind of lucky, yeah, just like I said
Yeah, so lucky, man
Evil in, keep shining bright
You're the light