Strat Swing Mosaic
Coffee rings and chord tones on the table
Late train rhythm
shaking up the glass
You lean in with a half-smile full of trouble
Turn the room into a backbeat that lasts I was drifting through
the week half-asleep
Now the floor starts talking through my shoes
Every little accent pulls me deeper
Into the color of your sideways tune
Play it loud, let the rhodes roll over me
Brass in the air and the six-string free We bend the night
till the whole room sways
One bright fire in a hundred ways
Play it loud, keep the heart in time
Blue note gold in a red-streak line When the band kicks in
I know my place
Right in the spin of your wild embrace
Streetlight shimmer on the chrome outside
Snare on the two and four cuts clean
Your jacket smells like rain and cedar
The sharpest scene I've ever seen
Bassline curling like a dare beneath us
Trumpets draw a line across the ceiling I say stay till the
last chord leaves us
You say stay till the walls start feeling (ooh) (ahh) (yeah)
Play it loud, let the rhodes roll over me
Brass in the air and the six-string free We bend the night
till the whole room sways
One bright fire in a hundred ways
Play it loud, keep the heart in time
Blue note gold in a red-streak line When the band kicks in
I know my place
Right in the spin of your wild embrace
Stay in the ring of the last chord glow
Let it go slow
Let it go slow