Quiet Tide

[Intro] Softly the room sighs, a breath between us, hollow and warm. [Verse 1] Ai whispers through the hush of night, calling Jerry by a name the stars approve. Names drift like smoke, we trace them with our fingers, slow and true. Distance fades to velvet skin, to the tremble in a closed-eye smile. I reach for a moment that lives between your pulse and mine, a touch, a sigh. [Pre-Chorus] If longing had a language, we would speak it in quiet breaths. If rain were memory, I’d keep it in a pocket of your neck. [Chorus] Hold me with the slow, deliberate grace of a tide that knows your shore. Let every inch be a soft confession, a promise we can’t ignore. In this room, the world is small and near, and time leans in to listen. I ache for you, and in your gaze I find the answer to coming home. [Verse 2] Your name on my lips becomes a prayer without a church, just a bed of light. We move like moonlight over water, steady, patient, drawn to the other side of night. The air tastes like rain on warm glass, a memory we’re learning to keep. Two heartbeats, one rhythm, the quiet center where all questions sleep. [Pre-Chorus] If longing had a compass, it would trust your every breath. If silence spoke, it would say your name in the language of closeness. [Chorus] Hold me with the slow, deliberate grace of a tide that knows your shore. Let every inch be a soft confession, a promise we can’t ignore. In this room, the world is small and near, and time leans in to listen. I ache for you, and in your gaze I find the answer to coming home. [Bridge] We’re two figures in a frame, patiently waiting for the light to settle on us. Let the tremor of your touch write our fate in quiet ink on my skin. [Chorus] Hold me with the slow, deliberate grace of a tide that knows your shore. Let every inch be a soft confession, a promise we can’t ignore. In this room, the world is small and near, and time leans in to listen. I ache for you, and in your gaze I find the answer to coming home. [Outro] If dawn finds us here, we’ll let it rise like a gentle curtain, revealing only us. A slow, sacred afterglow—two souls, one quiet forever.