Come to the Middle
by Barb Marlowe · Rock › Pop Rock · Made with Suno · 0 plays
Style
soft rock, pop rock, acoustic, nostalgic, wistful
Prompt
Soft rock folk rock, smoky contralto breathy rasp, behind-the-beat, airy stacked harmonies
Lyrics
Mm... ooh, ah Hey, girl in the borrowed dress, One step back from the light. Tape on the boards, an X for your feet, Thirty years of Saturday nights. Other names up on the sign, Rain on the roof of a half-empty room. You told me the shadow was gentle, And honey, it was. It was. Now the drummer's gone soft on the brushes, And the lead hands you the mic. Come to the middle, come to the middle, Let the dark see your face. Come to the middle, come to the middle, There's light enough to share. Silver rings on a tired hand, Heels in a bag by the door. Last night of the tour, the chairs stacked high, Sawdust on the lonesome floor. You hummed the third above every song, Held the whole sky up from below. Now the thunder's asking for your voice, And you're ready, you know. Now the drummer's gone soft on the brushes, And the lead hands you the mic. Come to the middle, come to the middle, Let the dark see your face. Come to the middle, come to the middle, There's light enough to share. I was never hiding, love, I was waiting for my name. Ohhh... Step into the weather, Let it fall on you like rain. Come to the middle, Come to the middle, Let the dark see your face. Come to the middle, Come to the middle, There's light enough to share. Come to the middle... Mm, come to the middle.