The Uncoiled Spring - Vera Holt (Official Audio)

a thumb rolls the loose clasp while the engine hums, one more minute in the amber dark 💚 A warm tropical-house song with bright plucked synths, soft mallets and finger-snaps at 114 BPM, for a quiet car in the dark driveway. Listen to the full catalog:    / @veraholtmusic   for the clasp, rolling slow... you're sitting in the car in the dark driveway, engine idling, not ready to turn the key yet. a loose metal watch clasp rolls back and forth against the steering wheel under your thumb. you're waiting for the dashboard clock to tick over one more minute before you decide. that settled, easy warmth of not needing to be anywhere else just yet. the quiet space between a yes and no, held gently and unhurried. maybe we leave the motor running right here and breathe the cool evening air. for the person beside you with a coat folded on their knee, not looking over yet. a tiny secret that we get to keep, held in the quiet car while the shadows creep. put it on while the engine idles and the evening air stays cool and quiet. for anyone who has sat in a parked car a little too long because leaving felt too soon. if you like easy tropical house with a gentle melodic pop glow, this one sits right beside it. bright plucked synths and finger-snaps keep the pulse easy while a clear soprano holds the stillness. what would you do with one more minute before the clock ticks over? just watching stars across an amber sky, nowhere else to go. Lyrics The uncoiled spring is waiting in the dark Right here beside the public park The engine hums beneath the floor While I am pausing at the door The silver watchband rolls around my thumb The evening air is cool and numb The keys are hanging in the ignition switch Caught on an unyielding, quiet hitch The radio is playing a distant song We rode the pavement till the light was gone And the minute hand is creeping slow Waiting to see which way we go Or drive away Oh, see the uncoiled spring waiting in the dark Holding the breath inside a quiet car The engine idling while the shadows creep A tiny secret that we get to keep Yeah, the uncoiled spring waiting in the dark Just sitting still beside the public park Your coat is folded neatly on your knee You aren't looking over now at me The metal clasp turns over in my hand Just trying hard to understand The quiet space between a yes and no Before I choose which way to go And the dashboard clock is ticking down The quietest corner of the town Just holding tight Into the night Oh, see the uncoiled spring waiting in the dark Holding the breath inside a quiet car The engine idling while the shadows creep A tiny secret that we get to keep Yeah, the uncoiled spring waiting in the dark Just sitting still beside the public park Maybe we leave the motor running right here Breathing the cool and quiet evening air No need to turn the wheel or say goodbye Just watching stars across an amber sky Oh, see the uncoiled spring waiting in the dark Holding the breath inside a quiet car The engine idling while the shadows creep A tiny secret that we get to keep Yeah, the uncoiled spring waiting in the dark Just sitting still beside the public park Just let it idle slow Nowhere else to go Vera Holt is a virtual artist. This song and visual were created with AI. #tropicalhouse #nightdrive #chillvibes