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Porch at Dawn 2 by Vikash

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Porch at Dawn 2 by Vikash - pop,female vocals music cover art

Porch at Dawn 2

pop,female vocals

0:003:48
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[Verse 1]
On the porch at dawn, your coffee-steamed laugh,
You traced constellations on my folded photograph.
You left sunprints on the sill, a crooked smile,
A chipped mug and a map we never filed.
[Pre-Chorus 1]
Small honest things that taught me how to breathe,
A quiet map of how to find my feet.
You tilt the room until the shadows bend—
I hear the world start singing once again.
[Chorus]
You stitch my nights with a thread of gold,
Turn the static in my chest into a story told.
You color my silence in saffron light,
Hold the loose ends of the dark until morning bright.
[Verse 2]
Midnight grocery runs, your jacket on my shoulders,
Laughing at bad songs while the city grows colder.
You press your thumb into my favorite page,
Leave little notes that say, "Stay brave."
[Pre-Chorus 2]
There was a time I shelved my voice for quiet,
I traded edges for a safer riot.
You came with questions that refused to sleep,
Pulled the curtains, let the daylight leap.
[Chorus]
You stitch my nights with a thread of gold,
Turn the static in my chest into a story told.
You color my silence in saffron light,
Hold the loose ends of the dark until morning bright.
[Bridge]
I once lost color in a winter-long gray,
Left my laughter folded, tucked away.
You didn't mend me with one tidy fix—
You taught me how to breathe in broken ticks,
Found my compass in a stray guitar string,
Said "Walk with me, we’ll learn how to sing."
[Vocal Break - sparse, intimate]
Just your hand—hold me—breathe—
A single line, and suddenly I believe.
[Final Chorus]
You stitch my nights with a thread of gold,
Turn the static in my chest into a story told.
You color my silence in saffron light,
Hold the loose ends of the dark until morning bright.
[Outro]
On the porch at dawn, your coffee-steamed laugh,
The world stitches back, and I find my map.
You are the careful warmth that keeps me whole—
The slow unwinding, the colors of my soul.