[Verse 1]
Your window fogs like an old photograph, breath draws the halo in,
That sweater on your chair still holds the coffee of last Sunday’s grin.
You hum the same cracked record—needle skates the lullaby, slow—
I count freckles like constellations when the city lets the night go low.
[Pre-Chorus]
Fingers learn the map of your wrist, slow compass, softer lines,
A ritual: we make tea at three, fold the quiet into time.
No hurry—just a hush that fits between the subway and the dawn,
I keep your laughter in my jacket pocket, worn and warm.
[Chorus]
Let’s chill in love, with the lamp on dim and the vinyl on repeat,
I’ll press my palm to your heartbeat, let the whole street find our beat.
Polaroid on the fridge: two smiles, a scribbled midnight date,
Let’s chill in love—I’ll stay to warm the mornings that we make.
[Verse 2]
Your perfume after rain—wet pavement, orange peel, a lighter smell,
You fold your hands around the mug like treasure, cradle and compel.
We trade small stubborn promises—keys, a spare sweater, morning rites,
You write our names on paper napkins, tuck them in the pages of our nights.
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Every pause becomes a sentence; every glance, a lighthouse sign,
We whisper in low meters; by the window, your breath rhymes with mine.
The clock forgets the corners of our room; the streetlamp learns our tune,
We leave messages in shadow, promises that hum beneath the moon.
[Rap Verse — Soft Cadence]
Midnight steps, slow talk, your name on my playlist, soft and steady,
I fold small promises into pockets—pennies for keeps when days aren’t ready.
Paper cups, two mugs mismatched, steam writes sonnets on glass,
We navigate the quiet like a map, slow routes but built to last.
Low light confessions, vinyl lessons—how to stay and not to flee,
I count syllables like heartbeats, rhyme the reasons you sleep next to me.
[Bridge — Spoken-Word / Breathless]
Imagine rain on the roof, a steady drum, and us like vinyl spinning,
Polaroids in a shoebox—our little proof that gentle wins at winning.
You tuck a note into my book: “stay,” in your handwriting’s lean, sure curve,
I trace it like a prayer; I learn to keep the promises you serve.
[Final Chorus — Big Lift]
Let’s chill in love, let the strings swell, let the choir hum our names,
I’ll keep your mornings warm and press our days into the frame.
Polaroid on the fridge, coffee rings like moons we've claimed,
Let’s chill in love—side by side, I keep the lights, you keep the flame. (big)
[Outro — Intimate Fade]
Night gives up its edges; our slow heartbeat sifts the dark away,
Left with a small soft world—your hand, my breath—an ordinary miracle we replay.
Ad-libs: “stay… stay… hold on to this… keep the light,”
Vinyl crackle, last line: let’s chill in love, and never lose the night.