0015 Whispergroove Serenade

(ahh) Late train air and a low gold room

I came in smooth with the rain on my sleeve Table by

the speaker, got time to breathe Kick drum lean,

little dust in the snare Whole room moves but nobody stares I

trace that chord when the organ turns Cool in the glass while

the amber burns Say what I mean,

keep the line concise Soft on the tongue but the groove precise

Hold it there, let it land just right Lean in close to

the satin night You and me in the pocket now Don't rush

it, no not now

Ride that low line,

keep it rolling Sweet and slow,

keep it folding All night long in a honeyed glow We stay

tight when the soft chords flow

Ride that low line,

keep it rolling Heart and heel in the same tempo

Streetlight flicker on the edge of the pane I count little blessings

in a city of strain Backbeat neat like a note in a

file I give you truth with a half-side smile No big pose,

just a well-cut phrase Little bit of smoke in the end of

the haze When the cymbal lifts,

I stay understated Every small move feels curated

Ooh, keep the room turning Ooh,

keep the feeling warm If the night keeps learning

We'll wear it like a form Ride that low line,

keep it rolling Sweet and slow,

keep it folding All night long in a honeyed glow We stay

tight when the soft chords flow

Ride that

low line, keep it rolling Heart and heel in the same tempo

(ooh) Stay in the groove a little longer (ahh)