The Slid Latch - Etta Sorrell (Official Audio)

first-light, a thumb on the latch, and the whole day waiting at the edge of the glass 🌇 Warm tropical-house at 114 BPM with plucked synths, soft mallets and finger-snaps, made for a slow first-light moment at the window. Listen to the full catalog:    / @ettasorrell   for the slid latch at first-light... your thumb is resting on a cool latch and the morning hasn't asked anything of you yet. you can feel the breath you're holding while everything outside stands still. one breathless second to open up to the day or seal yourself back inside. a narrow line where the breeze can pass across the room to the window glass. we could push it open all the way, or keep the quiet inside today. a shaft of light on the wooden floor and a room still waking up. put it on while you stand at the window with your first quiet minutes of the day. for anyone who isn't ready to step through the outer door just yet. do you open the window a little, or leave the latch right where it stands? we stand in the sunlight where the inner world and the morning meet. if you play tropical-house and warm melodic pop, this sits right beside them. warm plucked synths, soft mallets and finger-snaps under a rich mezzo, daylight-toned and polished. a breath of gold, and the golden hours begin to pass. is the hallway still waiting in the cooling shade for you to decide? Lyrics The slid latch sits in the early gray Before the noise of the world awake Your finger rests on the polished cool And morning breaks like a quiet pool The metal catches the sunbeam ray Before the heavy hours weigh You hold your breath in the morning chill While everything outside stands still A narrow line where the breeze can pass Across the room to the window glass Your thumb is resting right on the groove Waiting to see how the metal will move Or leave it inside Oh, see the slid latch catching the morning light Opening up to the edge of day With a breath of gold on the polished brass While the golden hours begin to pass Yeah, the slid latch holds in the amber glow Just letting the morning river flow A shaft of light hits the wooden floor We have not stepped through the outer door The room is quiet and calm and deep Still waking up from a dreamless sleep Your sleeve is rolled to your slender wrist In sunlight that we could not resist And the hallway waits in the cooling shade Like nothing in here was ever made To disappear Oh, see the slid latch catching the morning light Opening up to the edge of day With a breath of gold on the polished brass While the golden hours begin to pass Yeah, the slid latch holds in the amber glow Just letting the morning river flow We could push it open all the way Or keep the quiet inside today The choice is simple and small and sweet Where the inner world and the morning meet Oh, see the slid latch catching the morning light Opening up to the edge of day With a breath of gold on the polished brass While the golden hours begin to pass Yeah, the slid latch holds in the amber glow Just letting the morning river flow See the slid latch stay Right where it stands Etta Sorrell is a virtual artist. This song and visual were created with AI. #tropicalhouse #morningpop #windowlight