(ahhh) Late room, low lamp,
I settle in
Small groove, warm air on my skin
I count the dust in the gold of the room Needle talks
back with a little perfume Kicks sit low and the snare stays
clean I move one thought through a narrow seam You read my
face like a line in a book
I give you half,
then I change the look No rush here,
let the measure bend I say your name like a note at
the end
Stay close to the pocket Slow hands on time
If I lean into you Will you lean into mine Keep it
low, keep it true
Let the record turn us through
Soft light on the afternoon You and me in a mellow room
Keep it low, keep it true
Little fire in the way you move Hold me in the pocket,
stay Don't let this good thing drift away You laugh once,
then the whole floor loosens My guard drops with the chord you're
choosing Bassline walks with a patient heel
Every bar says what we do not reveal I trace the grain
of the table edge Talk that soft talk right at the ledge
Not a game and not too deep Just enough truth to trouble
sleep (ooh)
If the night goes thin
I can still hear your tone (ahhh)
One small spark
And the whole room feels like home
Keep it low, keep it true
Let the record turn us through
Soft light on the afternoon You and me in a mellow room
Keep it low, keep it true Little fire in the way you
move Hold me in the pocket,
stay Don't let this good thing drift away
Keep it low Keep it true (ooh)
Stay a little, stay