Shifting the Vent - Marlowe Sayre (Official Audio)

a stifling afternoon, one louver nudged up an inch, still waiting on the breeze 💨 Airy tropical-house at 116 BPM with plucked synths, soft mallets and finger-snaps, made for a hot afternoon of holding off a hard conversation. Listen to the full catalog:    / @marlowesayremusic   for the still air of a long afternoon... you keep nudging the vent up an inch, hoping the air finally cools the room. your phone is face-down on the coffee table and the text on it is still unread. the air conditioning click-hums all afternoon and the room stays warm anyway. you know the conversation is coming and you are putting it off until the sun dips. the afternoon is sticking to the floor while you are standing right beside the door. for two people in one warm room, neither one with words to share. you reach up to the plastic grill, trying to make the heavy corner chill. for fans of airy tropical-house and soft melodic pop, with mallets and snaps in the mix. a warm four-on-the-floor at 116 bpm keeps the heat moving without any harsh drops. have you ever chased a phantom breeze that never came? this is for anyone watching the shadow on the wall and waiting for evening to fall. press play when the metal louvers rattle and nobody has said either name. a soft soprano floats over the snaps while you sit through the slow, heavy hours. can you feel the quiet before the words, with the sun leaning on the chair? Lyrics And I am shifting the vent to catch the air While copper sun is leaning on the chair Your phone is resting face-down on the glass While heavy hours refuse to pass The metal louvers rattle in the frame Without anyone saying either name I reach my hand up to the plastic grill Trying to make the heavy corner chill You didn't leave a single word behind Just empty space inside the window blind And I am shifting the vent to catch the breeze While everything between us starts to freeze Just nudging metal upward by an inch Waiting for the quiet little pinch The afternoon is sticking to the floor While you are standing right beside the door The little click is echoing around Without another single human sound The heat is settling thick upon the chair While neither one of us has words to share I reach my hand up to the plastic grill Trying to make the heavy corner chill You didn't leave a single word behind Just empty space inside the window blind And I am shifting the vent to catch the breeze While everything between us starts to freeze Just nudging metal upward by an inch Waiting for the quiet little pinch The afternoon is sticking to the floor While you are standing right beside the door The room is holding onto every heat Without a rhythm for our fading feet Just looking at the shadow on the wall Before the heavy evening starts to fall And I am shifting the vent to catch the breeze While everything between us starts to freeze Just nudging metal upward by an inch Waiting for the quiet little pinch The afternoon is sticking to the floor While you are standing right beside the door Still waiting for the breeze to turn around Marlowe Sayre is a virtual artist. This song and visual were created with AI. #tropicalhouse #summerafternoon #airypop