The Unlatched Gate - Faye Mertens (Official Audio)

a hand on the cold latch, the last soft tide-line before you go 🌊 Warm tropical house at 116 BPM with plucked synths, organic finger-snaps and a soft soprano, for the breath before someone leaves. Listen to the full catalog:    / @fayemertensmusic   linger on the porch... you are on a wooden porch with your hand still curled around the loose metal latch of the garden gate. you cannot decide whether to push the gate open and chase after them or let the sea breeze swing it shut. the goodbye has not been said yet, and the two of you are frozen at the edge of the door. the unlatched gate swings slow in the coastal breeze. you haven't decided if you're going away. this is for anyone standing in silence beneath old trees, waiting for the other person to move first. the tide is receding and the water turns gray while you stay in the shadow where you both stood. play it on a slow walk toward the water at 116 bpm, when your steps want a gentle four-on-the-floor. warm plucked synths and soft finger-snaps hold the moment open without ever hurrying you. if you love warm tropical house and soft melodic pop, this hush by the sea will suit you. can you feel how the salt settles on the wood while the answer drifts away on the air? have you ever held a rusted, cool piece of iron and wished it would decide for you? just leave it right there in the wind, and watch the ocean pull back from the shore. a breathy, delicate ache right before a permanent departure, and a soft soprano to sit inside it. Lyrics The unlatched gate swings slow in the coastal breeze We're standing in silence beneath the old trees Your fingers are resting right over the latch A moment we borrow, a match we can't catch The cold metal trembles and rattles a line While evening is falling and crossing the sign You look at the hinges and stare at the floor We're frozen right here at the edge of the door The unlatched gate swings slow in the coastal breeze We're standing in silence beneath the old trees The tide is receding, the water turns gray You haven't decided if you're going away The iron is rusted and cool to the touch We didn't imagine we'd tighten this much The salt in the air settles down on the wood We stay in the shadow just where we both stood You look at the hinges and stare at the floor We're frozen right here at the edge of the door The unlatched gate swings slow in the coastal breeze We're standing in silence beneath the old trees The tide is receding, the water turns gray You haven't decided if you're going away Don't push on the iron, just leave it right there The answer is drifting away on the air Just watch how the ocean pulls back from the shore The unlatched gate swings slow in the coastal breeze We're standing in silence beneath the old trees The tide is receding, the water turns gray You haven't decided if you're going away Just leave it right there in the wind Faye Mertens is a virtual artist. This song and visual were created with AI. #tropicalhouse #coastalpop #softmelodicpop