Tape Haze

(hummmm) Spun the wheel and watched it fade

To a softer shade of grey

A stack of records on the floor Quiet footsteps past the door

The needle finds a dusty groove

And makes the old room start to move

No hurry in the way we drift

Just a slow and steady shift

It is just

vintage dust on the shelf

Spinning tales we tell

ourselves

In the warmth of the afternoon sun

We are undoing

what we had done

Shadows stretch across the wall

Nothing left to prove at all

Copper kettle on the stove

In this quiet

corner that we love

We let the digital world just fade

Back to the simple things we made It is just

vintage dust on the shelf

Spinning tales we tell ourselves

In the warmth of the afternoon sun

We are undoing

what we had done

Just dust...

On the shelf... (hummmm)