Lyrics

Sunrise spills on my windowpane. Another day caught in the same old race. Emails, traffic, checklists, deadlines. I'm losing hours, losing track of time

Coffee's cold, and I'm on my feet. Running on empty, barely feel the beat. But somewhere between the chaos and the spin, I see your name light up again

And it's nothing grand, just your voice on the line. But something in it makes the world unwind

Fifteen minutes, and the noise fades out. Your voice cuts through what the day's been about. Just your stories through the speakerphone. And I swear the world feels more like home. In a life that never slows or quits, you give me peace I didn't know I missed. Out of everything that fills my day, You're the part I'd never trade. Yeah, fifteen minutes. Sometimes, that's everything

You don't know the way your voice can heal. Like a song that says what I can't feel. No fancy words, just you being you, but you pull me back to something true

And I don't say it, I just smile through, But I count the hours till I talk to you

Fifteen minutes, and the noise fades out, your voice cuts through what the day's been about. Just your stories through the speakerphone, And I swear the world feels more like home. In a life that never slows or quits, you give me peace I didn't know I missed. Out of everything that fills my day, You're the part I'd never trade. Yeah, fifteen minutes. Sometimes, that's everything

There's a space between the lines we never cross, But the way you make me feel says it's not lost. We don't speak it, but it's there every day. Something quiet, something true we never say

Fifteen minutes, and my heart exhales, Like the world steps back and the silence tells Me I'm lucky just to hear your tone, in this fast life that I call my own. And you don't even know the way you shine. But you light up this life of mine. Every call, I hold it like a gift, The reason I can make it through the shift. Yeah, fifteen minutes. Sometimes, that's everything

So, call me after work, if you've got the time. Fifteen minutes of your voice feels like A whole damn lifetime. And I wouldn't trade it for anything. It's not about needing someone to get me through. It's just better somehow, when it's you

So, call me after work, if you've got the time. Fifteen minutes of your voice feels like A whole damn lifetime. And I wouldn't trade it for anything. It's not about needing someone to get me through. It's just better somehow, when it's you.