Yeah...
Turn it up a little.
Just let it spin.
The needle drops, a diamond on the dust
Unlocking time that’s covered up in rust
This melody is a key, cold and silver
Sending a shiver down the river
Of my spine, rewriting the design
Suddenly, the room is no longer mine
It belongs to a ghost, soft and sweet
Dancing barefoot on the concrete
When that song plays, you bloom in the air (Bloom in the air)
A symphony of lavender, everywhere (Everywhere)
I see your colors painting the gray (Painting the gray)
Turning the night into a sepia day (Sepia day)
You are the rhythm, deep in the wood
Smelling like rain, understood?
It’s a Velvet Frequency.
No picture frame could ever hold your shade
Like watercolor, memories start to fade
But here in the bassline, you are alive
Like honey dripping from a broken hive
Not just a sound, but a temperature too
A warm indigo, a melancholy blue
You are the silence between the notes
The paper ship that gently floats
When that song plays, you bloom in the air (Bloom in the air)
A symphony of lavender, everywhere (Everywhere)
I see your colors painting the gray (Painting the gray)
Turning the night into a sepia day (Sepia day)
You are the rhythm, deep in the wood
Smelling like rain, understood?
It’s a Velvet Frequency.
Time is a thief, stealing the touch
But it can’t take the music, not that much
Every chord is a bottle of perfume
Spilling your essence all over the room
I breathe you in.
I breathe you out.
When that song plays, you bloom in the air (Bloom in the air)
A symphony of lavender, everywhere (Everywhere)
I see your colors painting the gray (Painting the gray)
Turning the night into a sepia day (Sepia day)
You are the rhythm, deep in the wood
Smelling like rain, understood?
It’s a Velvet Frequency.
The color of sound...
The scent of a song...
Lingering on...
(Fade out with Rhodes piano)
Velvet...