0003 Whispered Velvet Groove

(ooh) Soft on the table,

the room starts to lean

Whole tone water

in a

porcelain dream

I stir the late hour slow with my thumb on the glass

Dust in the speaker,

blue fruit in a bowl by the pass You tell a small

story, I answer under my breath We keep the room steady,

we trade little sparks in the mesh No rush in the doorway,

no need for a grand reveal Just organ and wire and the

weight of a simple meal

Hold it there, right there

Let the minute fold

I can feel the floor turn warm

I can feel the night go gold Stay a little low with

me

Keep it in the grain Soft hands on a slow groove beat

Sweet and plain again Stay a little close with me Nothing to

explain We can make a small room swing Again and again Table

lamp halo, cable run under the chair Tape hiss memory,

warm little bite in the air I move with a low tone,

talk with a side-eye grin Cut to the one and the three,

let the pocket pull me in Tele through the wah makes a

circle around the phrase Ring tone shimmer bends sideways and softens the

haze You laugh and the room gets wider than all of the

street I leave just enough space for the heart of the beat

Ah,

the line goes sideways Ah,

and lands in tune I

was made for the soft turn

I was made for this room Stay a little low with me

Keep it in the grain Soft hands on a slow groove beat

Sweet and plain again Stay a little close with me Nothing to

explain We can make a small room swing Again and again Again

and again (ooh) Soft in the grain (ahhhh)