Play It Slow
by Julian Ashby · Pop · Made with Mureka · 0 plays
Style
slow jazz, pop, lush strings, upright bass, intimate
Prompt
Swing pop, warm velvety baritone crooner, slow jazz waltz feel, brushed drums, upright bass, lush strings, live band
Lyrics
Mm, mm, mm Two coffees going cold by the door, Snow on the window, nobody more. She taps the piano, twice on the wood, Says, "Play it slow, dear, the way that you should." So I soften my hands and the room goes still, And I give her the tempo, as slow as she will. Play it slow, play it slow, Let the candle burn low. We've got nowhere to be tonight, Just the keys and the amber light. Play it slow. He folds his napkin into a star, Fifty-one Decembers, right where they are. She hums the melody a little bit flat, And I wouldn't change a note of that. So I soften my hands and the room goes still, And I give her the tempo, as slow as she will. Play it slow, play it slow, Let the candle burn low. We've got nowhere to be tonight, Just the keys and the amber light. Play it slow. The bartender's mopping, the street's gone white, Brushes on the snare, soft as the night. But the way she looks at him, I'd play till dawn, Slow as the snowfall on the empty lawn. Here's to the years and the Christmases kept, The late-night kitchen, the babies who slept, The hand that she's holding, the coat on the chair, I'll play it slow, for the two of you here. Play it slow, play it slow, Let the candle burn low. We've got nowhere to be tonight, Just the keys and the amber light. Play it slow. Play it slow... play it slow... Merry Christmas, you two.