The Unlocked Latch - Ivy Sterling (Official Audio)

half an inch of brass, between the shut door and the green hush 🔮 A tropical-house track at 112 BPM with warm plucked synths, soft mallets, and a smoky alto vocal built for a still, held moment. Listen to the full catalog:    / @ivysterlingmusic   this one is for the hand that hasn't moved yet... your thumb rests on the brass latch, half an inch between locked and open. the hallway light flickers under the door while neither of you says a word. a quiet, grounded stillness settles in, right before the decision gets made. two people stand on either side of a doorframe, both waiting for the other to move first. are we pulling it shut, are we pushing it wide? your coat is still zipped for the midnight air, heavy just from standing there. for anyone who's ever stood in a hallway, counting seconds where time stands still. for the ones who know what it's like to hold their breath on a wooden floor. good for winding down at the end of a long night when everything finally goes still. pairs well with deep house and chillwave when you want something warm and unhurried. a smoky alto vocal that never raises itself, even at the edge of the decision. keep the room in that soft green hush. tell me the moment the hesitation stops. do we lock it right down or let the visitor in? you touch the frame but never ask to share the blame. the space between you doesn't close and it doesn't widen, it just holds its place. Lyrics By the unlocked latch Waiting to see how the hallway light breaks Thumb on the brass where the evening stays Shadows are stretching across the floorboards glaze You’re holding your breath on the wooden floor Without a knock or a word of war I watch the crack where the linoleum ends Waiting to see if the silence bends Are we pulling it shut, are we pushing it wide? Feel the chill in the air from the other side One little push and the barrier drops Tell me the moment the hesitation stops With my hand on the unlocked latch Every breath is a quiet and heavy match Do we lock it right down or let the visitor in? Keep the room in the shade of the sage-green spin The frame gives a creak as the hinges strain Leaving behind all the old campaign Just you and me in the corridor chill Counting the seconds where time stands still Your coat is zipped for the midnight air Making it heavy right standing there Are we pulling it shut, are we pushing it wide? Feel the chill in the air from the other side One little push and the barrier drops Tell me the moment the hesitation stops With my hand on the unlocked latch Every breath is a quiet and heavy match Do we lock it right down or let the visitor in? Keep the room in the shade of the sage-green spin Then you take half a step and you touch the frame Never once asking to share the blame And the gap doesn't narrow, it just holds its place Right in the middle of our empty space With my hand on the unlocked latch Every breath is a quiet and heavy match Do we lock it right down or let the visitor in? Keep the room in the shade of the sage-green spin Just stay close Ivy Sterling is a virtual artist. This song and visual were created with AI. #tropicalhouse #quietmoments #slowevenings