The Unlit Match - Lila Ashcombe (Official Audio)

one match held halfway, and the whole kitchen holding its breath 🕊️ Warm tropical-house pop with plucked synths, soft mallets and finger-snaps at 114 BPM, for the quiet breath before a truth is spoken. Listen to the full catalog:    / @lilaashcombemusic   for the breath before... you're standing in a quiet kitchen with the words ready and the flame still unlit. the nervous, held-in breath right before a room changes forever. you both know something has to be said, and neither of you has said it yet. your hand on the surface is inches from mine, and the border line stays untouched. the unlit match is the longest suspense. if i press it down hard and the yellow flame starts, we have to give voice to our hesitant hearts. for anyone hesitating to pull the trigger on the truth. something warm to put on while you gather the courage to say it out loud. warm rolling bass and breathy vocals, with a soft haze of smoke and cedar around them. warm tropical house and tender melodic pop for a heart that is holding still. have you ever watched someone's steady fingers and felt afraid of the glow? will you strike it, or leave it right there for one more minute? you're weighing the silence and wondering if love can pass the test. a hush that smells faintly of grey dusty sulfur and warm cedar. Lyrics The unlit match is right here. The kitchen is quiet, the shadows are long We stand by the counter where nothing is wrong You lean on the corner with coat on your arm While the small wooden box keeps us safe from the storm An unlit match rests on the edge of the grain As we wait for a word that can soften the pain. The dark little head of the stick has a crown Of grey dusty sulfur that's heavy and brown I hold it right over the rough grey strip With a quiet cold breath on the edge of my lip. And the unlit match holds the breath in our chest While the weight of the silence puts love to the test You’re watching my fingers so steady and slow Afraid of the sudden and amber-gold glow Oh, the unlit match is the longest suspense In a room that is heavy with quiet defense. The tip hasn't brushed against cardboard or fire And we haven't spoken of lingering desire Your hand on the surface is inches from mine As we trace out the edges of some border line And nobody else would stand frozen like this With a spark in the dark that is missing a kiss. The dark little head of the stick has a crown Of grey dusty sulfur that's heavy and brown I hold it right over the rough grey strip With a quiet cold breath on the edge of my lip. And the unlit match holds the breath in our chest While the weight of the silence puts love to the test You’re watching my fingers so steady and slow Afraid of the sudden and amber-gold glow Oh, the unlit match is the longest suspense In a room that is heavy with quiet defense. If I press it down hard and the yellow flame starts We will have to give voice to our hesitant hearts It was never about where the cedar would burn It was waiting to see which direction we'd turn. And the unlit match holds the breath in our chest While the weight of the silence puts love to the test You’re watching my fingers so steady and slow Afraid of the sudden and amber-gold glow Oh, the unlit match is the longest suspense In a room that is heavy with quiet defense. Just an unlit match. Leave it right there. Lila Ashcombe is a virtual artist. This song and visual were created with AI. #tropicalhouse #melodicpop #dreamypop