By the Window
by Nahla Solenne · Pop · Made with Mureka · 0 plays
Style
quiet storm, sophisti-pop, intimate, soft, pop
Prompt
Quiet storm sophisti-pop, husky near-whispered female alto, live melodic bass, warm piano chords, brushed drums
Lyrics
Mm, mm-mm. Mm, mm-mm. The agent jingles keys and smiles too wide, Says the light is lovely after three. She stands in the hallway, coat still on, He studies the radiator like it's news. He points and says, "The couch went here." She doesn't look. She just says, plain: It was by the window. It was by the window. You can say the wall, you can say the door, But it was by the window. By the window. The agent talks of fresh white paint Over the mark where the bookshelf leaned. She tugs the drawer that always stuck, It opens now like it forgave them both. He says, "You hated that old rug." She says, "I never said that once." Then: He says, "Maybe nearer the wall." She lets the quiet answer him. It was by the window. It was by the window. You can say the wall, you can say the door, But it was by the window. By the window. Two coffee cups, one tap that drips, The floor still holds the shape of it. Nobody says I miss you. Nobody says I'm sorry. The agent asks, "Want a minute alone?" They both say, "No, we're fine." It was by the window. It was by the window. You can say the wall, you can say the door, But it was by the window. By the window. By the window. Mm, it was by the window. Right there, by the window.