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{subtle brush snare rolls,
upright bass
walking slowly, warm hollow-body jazz guitar arpeggios}
The rain is tapping
on the glass
Our quiet evening
moves too fast
Your hand is warm inside of mine
We're taking
all our time {intimate close-mic'd male baritone voice}
Oh, let the world spin far away (far away) We have no
words we need to say
Just hold this moment like a song (hm-mmm)
Where we
belong
{vocal swells and soft muted trumpet counter-melody} {warm hollow-body jazz guitar solo,
fluid runs,
octave-doubled picking
style}
A cup of tea,
a fading light
We softly settle
into night
No rush to find another day (ahhh)
We'll drift away
{tender whispery baritone vocals}
Where we
belong... (hm-mmm)
Just where we belong...
{gently fading brush snare,
final trailing guitar chord
with
warm vibrato}