

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