[Intro]
Coffee steam rising like prayers
Through Newark's morning haze
September sun feels different today
As sirens paint the ways
[Verse 1]
Pops would grab his morning joe
From old Miguel behind the counter
But today the regulars gather slow
As the world comes crashing down, sir
The radio's static tells the tale
While coffee cups shake in working hands
The bodega's bell keeps ringing pale
As neighbors seek to understand
[Chorus]
In this sacred corner store
Where life once moved so fast
Now we're frozen at the door
While certainty breathes its last
The coffee's getting cold
But nobody seems to care
'Cause stories being told
Make this place our prayer
[Verse 2]
Glass bottles dancing nervous beats
Against the metal shelves
While outside on these Jersey streets
Everyone's someone else
Miguel's eyes are glazed with tears
As he pours another round
Free coffee flowing through our fears
No one makes a sound
[Bridge]
The brass band from down the block
Used to wake us every Sunday
Now silence is all we've got
As the smoke drifts over the bay
But in this little bodega space
Between the chips and morning news
We found amazing grace
In faces old and new
[Verse 3]
Working hands hold working hands
The banker and the cleaning lady
The teacher and the garbage man
United in this sanctuary
The coffee maker hisses loud
Like some ancient tribal drum
And through this makeshift crowd
We become one
[Chorus]
In this sacred corner store
Where life once moved so fast
Now we're frozen at the door
While certainty breathes its last
The coffee's getting cold
But nobody seems to care
'Cause stories being told
Make this place our prayer
[Outro]
Years later, I still taste that day
In every morning brew
How a bodega showed the way
When we didn't know what to do
Just coffee cups and trembling hearts
Finding shelter from the storm
Where Miguel's place became our art
Of keeping warm
Ethereal Echoes - Bodega Requiem Lyrics
Ethereal Echoes - Bodega Requiem Lyrics
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English
[Intro]
Coffee steam rising like prayers
Through Newark's morning haze
September sun feels different today
As sirens paint the ways
[Verse 1]
Pops would grab his morning joe
From old Miguel behind the counter
But today the regulars gather slow
As the world comes crashing down, sir
The radio's static tells the tale
While coffee cups shake in working hands
The bodega's bell keeps ringing pale
As neighbors seek to understand
[Chorus]
In this sacred corner store
Where life once moved so fast
Now we're frozen at the door
While certainty breathes its last
The coffee's getting cold
But nobody seems to care
'Cause stories being told
Make this place our prayer
[Verse 2]
Glass bottles dancing nervous beats
Against the metal shelves
While outside on these Jersey streets
Everyone's someone else
Miguel's eyes are glazed with tears
As he pours another round
Free coffee flowing through our fears
No one makes a sound
[Bridge]
The brass band from down the block
Used to wake us every Sunday
Now silence is all we've got
As the smoke drifts over the bay
But in this little bodega space
Between the chips and morning news
We found amazing grace
In faces old and new
[Verse 3]
Working hands hold working hands
The banker and the cleaning lady
The teacher and the garbage man
United in this sanctuary
The coffee maker hisses loud
Like some ancient tribal drum
And through this makeshift crowd
We become one
[Chorus]
In this sacred corner store
Where life once moved so fast
Now we're frozen at the door
While certainty breathes its last
The coffee's getting cold
But nobody seems to care
'Cause stories being told
Make this place our prayer
[Outro]
Years later, I still taste that day
In every morning brew
How a bodega showed the way
When we didn't know what to do
Just coffee cups and trembling hearts
Finding shelter from the storm
Where Miguel's place became our art
Of keeping warm
Coffee steam rising like prayers
Through Newark's morning haze
September sun feels different today
As sirens paint the ways
[Verse 1]
Pops would grab his morning joe
From old Miguel behind the counter
But today the regulars gather slow
As the world comes crashing down, sir
The radio's static tells the tale
While coffee cups shake in working hands
The bodega's bell keeps ringing pale
As neighbors seek to understand
[Chorus]
In this sacred corner store
Where life once moved so fast
Now we're frozen at the door
While certainty breathes its last
The coffee's getting cold
But nobody seems to care
'Cause stories being told
Make this place our prayer
[Verse 2]
Glass bottles dancing nervous beats
Against the metal shelves
While outside on these Jersey streets
Everyone's someone else
Miguel's eyes are glazed with tears
As he pours another round
Free coffee flowing through our fears
No one makes a sound
[Bridge]
The brass band from down the block
Used to wake us every Sunday
Now silence is all we've got
As the smoke drifts over the bay
But in this little bodega space
Between the chips and morning news
We found amazing grace
In faces old and new
[Verse 3]
Working hands hold working hands
The banker and the cleaning lady
The teacher and the garbage man
United in this sanctuary
The coffee maker hisses loud
Like some ancient tribal drum
And through this makeshift crowd
We become one
[Chorus]
In this sacred corner store
Where life once moved so fast
Now we're frozen at the door
While certainty breathes its last
The coffee's getting cold
But nobody seems to care
'Cause stories being told
Make this place our prayer
[Outro]
Years later, I still taste that day
In every morning brew
How a bodega showed the way
When we didn't know what to do
Just coffee cups and trembling hearts
Finding shelter from the storm
Where Miguel's place became our art
Of keeping warm
Writer: Joao Guerra
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC