Текст песни
[Verse 1] You sent me your voice note with oil on your hands Laughing in the background trying to explain Two spoons of trouble one pinch of time You said, "Don't rush it" and I heard my life [Pre-Chorus] So I stood there slow by the open stove Your words in my phone felt like a home [Chorus] Teach me that trick again teach me that trick again I want the part you know that makes it taste like Sunday Teach me that trick again teach me that trick again I keep your voice in my phone and I keep coming back [Verse 2] My tiny apartment smelled like cumin and rain I burned the first batch then tried it again I used your old bowl with the blue chipped side And I thought of your kitchen across town tonight [Pre-Chorus] You said, "Taste before you serve" like a prayer, not a rule Now every small mistake feels like I'm learning you [Chorus] Teach me that trick again teach me that trick again I want the part you know that makes it taste like Sunday Teach me that trick again teach me that trick again I keep your voice in my phone and I keep coming back [Bridge] When the room gets quiet I play that little note Your laugh in the middle the way you say "slow" And I don't need perfect I just need that sound Something warm to hold me when you're not around [Final Chorus] Teach me that trick again teach me that trick again I want the part you know that makes it taste like Sunday Teach me that trick again teach me that trick again I keep your voice in my phone and I keep coming back Teach me that trick again teach me that trick again Now every hard day folds into something we can share
