The Unclipped Tag - Vera Holt (Official Audio)

a paper tag on the hem, brushing your wrist in the morning light 💚 Bright plucked synths, soft mallets and a warm rolling bass carry this calm tropical-house song for a quiet morning of undecided change. Listen to the full catalog:    / @veraholtmusic   for the unclipped tag... you're wearing the shirt they bought you, and the cardboard tag is still on the hem. every time you reach for your mug, the stiff paper taps your wrist. the tag is a small quiet reminder that you haven't decided if this new chapter is yours to keep. morning light catches the tiles in the hallway while you stand there, undecided and calm. they wanted you to wear it out in the street, and you haven't taken the scissors to it yet. for the choices you both left unsaid, hanging by a thin nylon thread. a slow, settled 116 bpm groove for a morning with no answer yet and no hurry. for anyone wearing something new while the choice is still open. you smooth down the collar and let the question stay quiet and clear. warm melodic pop meets soft tropical-house, with plucked synths and a rolling bass. do you ever keep a small thing uncut so a choice can stay open a little longer? my fingers brush the unclipped tag, holding the space where our certainty lags. clear soprano vocals up front over plucked synths and organic claps, luminous and elegant. we counted the days like a delicate moth and left our intent in the middle of things. Lyrics The unclipped tag is brushing on my wrist I pull on the sleeve of the shirt that you bought And trace every edge of a hesitant thought The cardboard is stiff and it taps on my skin Each time I reach out for where we begin You left it right there on the seam of the hem A quiet reminder we didn't condemn And my fingers brush the unclipped tag Holding the space where our certainty lag And the unclipped tag is a whispered delay While morning light catches the tiles in the hallway It's hanging right there by a thin nylon thread With all of the choices we left unsaid Oh, the unclipped tag keeps the question right here As quiet and clear as the coming year I walk to the counter and lift up a cup With no sort of answer to shore myself up The corner of paper still catches my sleeve A tiny objection before I can leave You wanted me wearing it out in the street With nowhere assigned for our pulses to meet And my fingers brush the unclipped tag Holding the space where our certainty lag And the unclipped tag is a whispered delay While morning light catches the tiles in the hallway It's hanging right there by a thin nylon thread With all of the choices we left unsaid Oh, the unclipped tag keeps the question right here As quiet and clear as the coming year We buttoned the collar and smoothed down the cloth While counting the days like a delicate moth Without taking scissors to paper and string We left our intent in the middle of things And the unclipped tag is a whispered delay While morning light catches the tiles in the hallway It's hanging right there by a thin nylon thread With all of the choices we left unsaid Oh, the unclipped tag keeps the question right here As quiet and clear as the coming year Just the unclipped tag Brushing on my wrist Vera Holt is a virtual artist. This song and visual were created with AI. #tropicalhouse #calmpop #morningplaylist