The Unscratched Match - Tamsin Reigh (Official Audio)

an inch of rough brown strip, and a match that hasn't chosen yet 🔆 Warm tropical-house at 114 BPM with plucked synths, finger-snaps and a rolling bass, made for the quiet moment before you say the risky thing. Listen to the full catalog:    / @tamsinreighmusic   for the unscratched match... the kitchen table is dark and wide, and neither of you knows what to say. that quiet electric jolt right before you say the thing you can't take back. you both know the conversation is waiting, and someone has to strike it or let it cool. you pinch the tip by the sulphur head and the rough brown strip is an inch away. for the ones holding a wooden matchstick and weighing whether to start the talk. put it on while the house is still and the winter chill sits in the room. do you let the fire catch the floor, or put it back inside the drawer? warm plucked synths and organic finger-snaps, soft enough to sit inside the hush. if you love chilled tropical house and warm melodic pop, you'll feel at home here. it's still safe in the smoke, before the quiet truce is broken. the wood is dry between your thumb and the corner is about to hum. that heavy, almost brave feeling of being too wise to play the fool and still not moving. can you feel it in your palm, the match still resting there? for anyone in a pale-light glow, turning a small stick and waiting for the flame to bloom. Lyrics Hold the unscratched match against the box Before the stillness around us locks The shadow falling across your face Waiting in the quiet space The kitchen table is dark and wide We’ve left no room on the other side You pinch the tip by the sulphur head The things we meant are the things unsaid The rough brown strip is an inch away And neither of us knows what to say The wood is dry between your thumb Before the spark makes the corner hum Weighing the weight of a quiet room Waiting for the flame to bloom Hold the unscratched match against the box Before the stillness around us locks It’s still safe in the sulfur-smoke Before the quiet truce is broke Just strike it down or let it cool We’re too wise to play the fool The air is heavy with winter chill The house around us is standing still You turn the stick in the pale-light glow With nowhere left for the heat to go You stare right down at the paper side With nothing left for the night to hide The wood is dry between your thumb Before the spark makes the corner hum Weighing the weight of a quiet room Waiting for the flame to bloom Hold the unscratched match against the box Before the stillness around us locks It’s still safe in the sulfur-smoke Before the quiet truce is broke Just strike it down or let it cool We’re too wise to play the fool The tip touches down on the grain of gray One quick motion and it's swept away Are we letting the fire catch the floor Or putting it back inside the drawer? Hold the unscratched match against the box Before the stillness around us locks It’s still safe in the sulfur-smoke Before the quiet truce is broke Just strike it down or let it cool We’re too wise to play the fool The unscratched match Still resting in your palm Tamsin Reigh is a virtual artist. This song and visual were created with AI. #tropicalhouse #warmpop #quietmoment