0088 Velvet Circuit

Late room, low lamp,

coffee gone cold

I count the dust in the turn of the groove You said

take your time, so I moved like smoke One hand on the

table, one eye on the door Telecaster drawing thin silver lines Wurly

keys leaning soft through the chords I got a small ache tucked

under my tongue I got your name in the break of the

snare Not every truth needs thunder to land Some things arrive when

the room gets bare

Stay a little closer now

Let the record turn us round

If I say it low enough

Maybe it will hold somehow

Slow fire, easy burn

You and I, we never force the turn

Soft light on the grain of the floor

Come a little nearer,

I don't need more

Slow fire, easy burn

Every little look is a lesson learned You laugh through your teeth

like you know I'm gone Still I leave my coat on the

back of your chair Scratch in the corner cuts up the air

Old soul rhythm with a side-eye stare I was never built for

a bright parade I was made for the bend in a midnight

tune For a hand that shakes then settles down For the kind

of kiss that arrives too soon

Ah, if I let it show

Would you stay till morning?

Ah, if I say it plain

Would you hold the warning?

Slow fire, easy burn

You and I, we never force the turn

Soft light on the grain of the floor Come a little nearer,

I don't need more

Slow fire, easy burn

Every little look is a lesson learned

Leave the needle

where it wants to fall

I'll be right here,

saying almost all