The Warm Screen - Saffron Roe (Official Audio)

late august at the back screen, one warm palm on the wire 🪨 This is a warm tropical-house song with soft plucked synths, rolling bass and a breathy, intimate vocal, made for a late August evening when you can't decide. Listen to the full catalog:    / @saffronroemusic   for the screen door, leaning... you're standing by the back screen door in late august, palm flat on the mesh. the cool yard draft meets the heat the house is still holding, and you stay right there between them. footsteps pause in the dark hallway behind you, and both paths stay open. you're caught between what was and might have been. a held breath, a steady pull too gentle to resist. for the moment when two quiet choices are both still open and nobody moves yet. a floorboard gives in the hallway and you listen to who is waiting on the stairs. for anyone who has stood with one finger trembling on the brassy catch, tracing the pattern. play it on a warm evening walk home, with the 112 bpm rolling bass keeping an easy pace. a good one for slow dinner dishes with the back door open to the garden. if you like soft melodic pop with a tropical-house glow, this sits right beside it. soft plucked synths, warm mallets and a breathy, close vocal with no autotune. do you ever stay at the door a little longer because leaving or turning back would end the moment? the garden takes the cooling moon while everything inside stays completely still. Lyrics Late August resting on the warm screen Cool draft sliding in between My palm pressed flat into the wire weave Standing right where nobody wants to leave A floorboard yields along the hallway floor A quiet pause behind the kitchen door The room holds all the lingering afternoon Outside the garden takes the cooling moon My fingers lean into the tiny squares Listening to who is waiting on the stairs The garden breathes across my open wrist A steady pull too gentle to resist I lean into the warm screen Caught right between what was and might have been You press your hand against the warm screen Caught right between what was and might have been The wire crosshatch lines an open palm Holding the night in this copper calm Cool drafts meeting lingering heat Suspended right where shadows meet A moth flutters on the cedar sill Everything inside stays completely still One finger trembles on the brassy catch Tracing the pattern in the copper hatch Neither steps out into the damp lawn air Neither walks back toward the kitchen chair The garden breathes across my open wrist A steady pull too gentle to resist I lean into the warm screen Caught right between what was and might have been You press your hand against the warm screen Caught right between what was and might have been The wire crosshatch lines an open palm Holding the night in this copper calm Cool drafts meeting lingering heat Suspended right where shadows meet Two quiet choices lingering in place A breath across the narrow space Holding the warm screen Wondering what these pauses mean You press your hand against the warm screen Caught right between what was and might have been The wire crosshatch lines an open palm Holding the night in this copper calm Cool drafts meeting lingering heat Suspended right where shadows meet Holding the warm screen Suspended paths Saffron Roe is a virtual artist. This song and visual were created with AI. #tropicalhouse #lateaugust #eveninglistening