Cold Open in F Minor

I come in slow, no warning on the door

Just a rolled open voice and a tired little core

Soft knock on a snare when the midnight lands

Half-spoken, half-sung with my hands in my hands

I'm sitting behind a beat that shadows unfold

Lacy words in the smoke, but they still feel bold

Warm rose glow like a light through the haze

Deep brown plains moving under these laid back days

I keep an L, I keep it moving, never forcing this shine

Let the night take its tower while I drift in that line

No crowd, no noise

Just the truth in my tone

A soft little rhythm for the wrong way

L-O-V-T-R, legs cut through the blue

Like a choir, little thought I forgot I knew

Vinyl crackle on the edge of the low-lit room

And the beat stays patient like it knows I'm in bloom

I keep it mellow, keep it moving, never forcing the shine

Let the night take its time while I drift in the light

No crowd, no noise, just the truth in my tone

A soft little rhythm for the long way

Home

Yeah, I'm unsure, but the feeling is real

Relax kind of truth in the way that I feel

Cold open heart, but it warms as I go

And I ask mine to dusk with the hand I fold