

(ooh) Soft on the wire,
slow in the room I trace the table grain and count the
amber dust A late cup turning warm between my patient hands Your
name moves through my mouth in a careful line Not broken,
not healed, just easy on the tongue
The room leans low,
the ceiling drifts a tone I let the backbeat hold what I
don't say
A half smile living somewhere near the glass
I keep it small enough to mean it Lean a little closer
to the quiet part Where the blue note bends and settles in
my chest If you hear me now,
don't answer too hard
Let it land soft,
let it land soft Slow groove,
stay
with me
Keep the night loose on the seam Talk
low, move carefully
You and me riding under soft green Slow groove,
stay with me Hold that spark where the colors lean Don't rush
what the heart can read Just breathe with me,
just breathe with me Street hum under the door,
steady as a brush My thoughts make little circles,
shoes across the floor You laugh and all the angles of the
room get round I answer with a line too late but still
in time
No grand scene, no broken glass to clear Just a slow-turn truth
I finally let appear If I reach,
I reach like smoke above a flame Careful and warm,
careful and warm
I could leave it in the air
I could let the whole tone drift But your eyes pull one
note clear And my
guarded mouth gives in Slow groove,
stay with
me Keep the night loose on the seam Talk low,
move carefully You and me riding under soft green Slow groove,
stay with me Hold that spark where the colors lean Don't
rush what the heart can read Just breathe with
me, just breathe with
me Stay with me (ooh) Slow groove