Slowing

(hmmmm-mmm) Late afternoon,

the heat is slowing down

Shadows stretching long across the town Your hand in mine,

we find the rhythmic sway

Letting the heavy hours drift away

Slowly we turn, caught in the undertow

No need to speak,

just let the feeling grow

(just let it grow)

Cooling breeze through the open wooden door

Our bare feet tracing patterns on the floor

Every little gesture speaks in code

Slowing down on this winding coastal road

Slowly we turn, caught in the undertow

No need to speak,

just let the feeling grow

(shhh, just let it grow) (hmmm-mmm) (slowly...)

(let it drift away) (mmm-hmmm)