The Half-Burned Match - Noa Ridley (Official Audio)

one porch, one flame caught halfway, and the whole dusk holding its breath 🏝️ Warm tropical-house at 116 BPM with plucked synths, soft mallets and organic claps, made for a quiet porch at twilight. Listen to the full catalog:    / @noaridleymusic   hold the flame if... you're on a dim porch at twilight with a match lit and no idea whether to touch it to the wick there's a conversation you've both been avoiding and the dark feels a little easier than the light you know that quiet second where you hesitate and the flame keeps creeping up the wood we can let it drop or let it guide the dark every word you planned to say has started to fade and you're both fine sitting with that for now you're winding down on a summer evening with a warm breeze moving through the garden this is for anyone sitting on a threshold next to someone, waiting for a whisper neither has said yet if you like warm melodic pop and easy tropical house for a summer evening, this sits right beside them the breathy lead stays close while soft mallets and plucked synths glow like the last light of the evening is there something you keep almost saying while the silence between you stretches out? you want an easy, unhurried pulse with no big drops, just organic claps and a slow glow the box sits open on the plank between you and the silence is one neither of you meant to make you'd watch the smoke curl into the fading sky and let tonight take all the time it needs Lyrics The half-burned match is resting in your hand The cedar floor is cooling where we stand You strike the timber on the box and hold your hand right there A tiny ember catching in the heavy evening air You hold the stick between your thumb and finger pressed so tight The sulphur tip is blooming with a sudden ring of light We're sitting on the threshold in the shadow of the door Waiting for a whisper that we haven't heard before The little flame is creeping up the narrow grain of pine (so close) And neither one of us is stepping out across the line (not yet) The sulfur smell is rising in the quiet summer shade While every single word we planned to say begins to fade The half-burned match is resting right between your open hands And time is freezing over while the evening air expands We can let it drop or let it guide the dark We can keep it quiet or ignite a spark Yeah, watching the half-burned match in the gloom While the shadows stretch across the wooden room The flame is flickering right down beside your finger tip You keep your eyes upon the wood and never move your lip The box is sitting open on the plank between us two A little space of silence that we didn't mean to do The evening breeze is moving through the garden by the gate While we're sitting here and letting all the questions wait The little flame is creeping up the narrow grain of pine (so close) And neither one of us is stepping out across the line (not yet) The sulfur smell is rising in the quiet summer shade While every single word we planned to say begins to fade The half-burned match is resting right between your open hands And time is freezing over while the evening air expands We can let it drop or let it guide the dark We can keep it quiet or ignite a spark Yeah, watching the half-burned match in the gloom While the shadows stretch across the wooden room And the smoke is curling up into the fading sky We’ve got the whole dark night to let the embers die Yeah, letting it burn right down to the skin The half-burned match is resting right between your open hands And time is freezing over while the evening air expands We can let it drop or let it guide the dark We can keep it quiet or ignite a spark Yeah, watching the half-burned match in the gloom While the shadows stretch across the wooden room The half-burned match (burning slow) Watching it go out in the dark Noa Ridley is a virtual artist. This song and visual were created with AI. #tropicalhouse #sunsetchill #porchvibes