The Unlit Burner - Nora Bexley (Official Audio)

one hand over the cold knob, the bay going pale outside ⛰️ A warm tropical-house song with plucked synths, soft mallets and finger-snaps at 114 BPM, made for a dark, quiet morning before a big choice. Listen to the full catalog:    / @norabexleymusic   for the dark kitchen... you're standing in a cold kitchen before sunrise with your hand resting on a knob you haven't turned. you can't decide between making coffee for two or packing a bag and leaving. someone is still asleep upstairs and you're staring at the floor. the house is so quiet it hums in your ears. your bag sits beside the front window in the chilly fresh air. you're listening for a footstep on the stair to know if this silence is still what you both love. a wool sweater is still draped over the chair while shadows stretch across the old stair. for anyone weighing staying put against going while daylight breaks over the bay. put it on while the light turns pale and you take your time with a slow morning. fans of melodic pop and chilled tropical house will settle right into this one. warm plucks, soft mallets and a round kick keep it calm and steady around all that quiet. what if you flick on the flame and they walk down the stair? do you already know the answer while your thumb traces the black ring? the unlit burner waits right here, just a cold steel knob. Lyrics The unlit burner waits right here. The kitchen is cold in the pale early gray I stand by the counter and look at the bay My fingers are hovering close to the steel Where seconds drag heavy and nothing feels real You're sleeping upstairs while I stare at the floor And wonder if coffee is worth pouring more. The metal is cold where my palm has been placed A small silver circle of time out of place The house is so quiet it hums in my ears With all of the questions and unspoken fears. And the unlit burner stays silent and gray While daylight is breaking to chase night away My hand does not turn it, my bag sits right there Beside the front window in chilly fresh air Oh, the unlit burner holds all that I weigh Between staying put and preparing to stray. I trace the black ring with the tip of my thumb While all of the questions inside me grow numb You left your wool sweater draped over the chair And shadows are stretching across the old stair I listen for sounds on the tread from above To test if this silence is still what we love. The metal is cold where my palm has been placed A small silver circle of time out of place The house is so quiet it hums in my ears With all of the questions and unspoken fears. And the unlit burner stays silent and gray While daylight is breaking to chase night away My hand does not turn it, my bag sits right there Beside the front window in chilly fresh air Oh, the unlit burner holds all that I weigh Between staying put and preparing to stray. If I flick on the flame and you walk down the stair We will sit at the table and breathe morning air It was never about what the kitchen would keep It was choosing to wake while the world fell asleep. And the unlit burner stays silent and gray While daylight is breaking to chase night away My hand does not turn it, my bag sits right there Beside the front window in chilly fresh air Oh, the unlit burner holds all that I weigh Between staying put and preparing to stray. Just a cold steel knob. Leave it right there. Nora Bexley is a virtual artist. This song and visual were created with AI. #tropicalhouse #morningplaylist #melodicpop