replenished · propulsive · expectant
That particular Sunday-into-Monday electricity — the sense of having refilled something that was running low, and now facing the open road of a new week with a steady, almost eager pulse.
Sunday Fully Charged
Verse 1
We set the clocks back down to zero
Swept the dust from every corner of the mind
Something filled back up inside us
A quiet engine turning over, realigned
The week is just a door we haven't opened
We're standing at the threshold, breath held wide
Chorus
We recharged, we recharged
Poured back everything the days ran dry
We recharged, we recharged
The week ahead is open, clean, and wide
Watch us go, watch us go
We move with something steady in our stride
We recharged
Verse 2
There's a particular feeling on the threshold
When rest has done its slow and honest work
We remember what we're capable of carrying
Without the weight that made the muscles hurt
The calendar is empty at the edges
And empty means there's room for something good
Chorus
We recharged, we recharged
Poured back everything the days ran dry
We recharged, we recharged
The week ahead is open, clean, and wide
Watch us go, watch us go
We move with something steady in our stride
We recharged
Bridge
Not every week begins with this
This particular permission to believe
So we hold the feeling while it's here
Tuck it somewhere close before we leave
Into Monday, into motion
Into everything we said we'd finally try
Outro
We recharged
The week is wide
We recharged
Watch us go
Instrumental Outro
Shaped by 1 voice
How did it make you feel?