The Warm Ceramic Lip - Amber Solace (Official Audio)

the last warmth of a ceramic cup, fading under your palm 🍯 Warm tropical-house with plucked synths, soft mallets and a rolling bass, made for a quiet kitchen morning after an argument. Listen to the full catalog: https://www.youtube.com/@AmberSolaceM... hold the cup if... you put your hand around a mug just to feel how long ago they left. the kitchen is still and the morning light is low on the counter. you are deciding whether to stay or let go, and your pulse knows it before you do. the quiet after the argument is louder than anything either of you said. by the warm ceramic lip, i feel the sudden chill. the steam is thinning and you are reaching for a memory that isn't really waiting there. do you wash the cup away or leave it on the stone? for the one standing alone by the counter with nothing left to say. a slow kitchen morning at 116 bpm, the light low and the steam going thin. somewhere between melodic pop and tropical house, warm with a little ache. honeyed plucked synths and a rolling bass keep the heartbeat moving under the quiet. tracing the pattern of the coffee on the sill while everything cools. every second feels like a heavy thing to catch while the shadow stretches. for when you want a soft, warm voice beside you while the cup goes cold. Lyrics Standing in the kitchen / while the morning light is low Touching down my fingers / where you left before you go Testing out the surface / where the steam is turning thin Wondering how long ago / the quiet started setting in Holding onto porcelain / while the temperature declines Reading all the silence / where the kettle left its signs Now the steam is fading out / into the empty kitchen air Reaching for a memory / that isn't really waiting there By the warm ceramic lip / I feel the sudden chill Tracing down the pattern / of the coffee on the sill It is cooling down too fast / it is slipping from my hold By the warm ceramic lip / and all the stories left untold Glancing at the counter / where the shadow starts to stretch Every single second / is a heavy thing to catch Tracing round the circle / where the liquid used to stay Watching all the remnants / slowly drift and fade away Holding onto porcelain / while the temperature declines Reading all the silence / where the kettle left its signs Now the steam is fading out / into the empty kitchen air Reaching for a memory / that isn't really waiting there By the warm ceramic lip / I feel the sudden chill Tracing down the pattern / of the coffee on the sill It is cooling down too fast / it is slipping from my hold By the warm ceramic lip / and all the stories left untold And the kitchen stays so quiet / with the morning passing by Not a single word to offer / not a reason left to try Do I wash the cup away / do I leave it on the stone? With the temperature departed / and the morning left alone By the warm ceramic lip / I feel the sudden chill Tracing down the pattern / of the coffee on the sill It is cooling down too fast / it is slipping from my hold By the warm ceramic lip / and all the stories left untold Amber Solace is a virtual artist. This song and visual were created with AI. #tropicalhouse #melodicpop #quietmorning