[Intro]
Soft indoor light and a white van in a palm.
[Verse 1]
The tiny model rests, begins to turn with grace,
Slow ballet on your palm, a measured, patient pace,
Surface details gleam as shadows softly trace.
[Chorus]
Hold it close, let it glide with pride,
Tiny wheels dream on, a quiet ride,
In your hand, a moment comes alive.
[Verse 2]
Patterned sofa backdrop, cinema of the small,
Camera holds tight as the gentle spin recalls,
Light and texture sing in one bright thrall.
[Chorus]
Hold it close, let it glide with pride,
Tiny wheels dream on, a quiet ride,
In your hand, a moment comes alive.
[Outro]
We ride toward the stateline, fading into light.
