The Cool Leather Seat - Cira Lazaro (Official Audio)

the slow dance of a held breath, rain on the roof, one cool seat 🍷 A sultry tropical-house slow burner with plucked synths, warm mallets and finger-snaps, made for a parked car in the rain at 112 bpm. Listen to the full catalog:    / @ciralazaromusic   stay with me when... your hand is still on the passenger seat and the leather is cool where they were. the engine is idling low and the rain keeps drumming on the glass. you are stuck in the second before you lock the doors or lean over and push the handle. you keep wondering if you should have kissed, and the seat stays quiet. neither of you reached for the ignition key, and the quiet got heavy. your fingers press into the seam of the seat while drops slide down the roof. low bass rolling under a parked car, the rain still going, the seat still cool. we are sitting right here in the chill. shadows moving over the glass while the dashboard colours fade. this is for anyone who waits for a choice to be made and cannot make it yet. for the one who feels an unsaid ache hanging in the open air of a parked car. if you like sleek, slow-burn pop with a tropical-house pulse, this slots right in. a low alto sits close and vocal-forward over smoky pads and crisp claps. have you ever sat in the dark and let the rain decide how long you stay? Lyrics The cool leather seat remains While water drums across the panes Engine idling low in the dark Leaving every shadow to mark Keeping the trace of your frame Empty space whispering a name Standing here without any proof Drops are sliding down on the roof You are looking out through the mist Wondering if we should have kissed Fingers pressing into the seam Waking from an unquiet dream Shadows moving over the glass Watching every moment pass On the cool leather seat in the night Holding back the turn of the light We are sitting right here in the chill While the motor spins on the wheel On the cool leather seat in the night We are sitting right here in the chill Fabric fading under my hand Farther than we ever have planned Static hum of tire on the lane Washing out the quiet disdain Waiting for a choice to be made As the dashboard colors will fade Fingers pressing into the seam Waking from an unquiet dream Shadows moving over the glass Watching every moment pass On the cool leather seat in the night Holding back the turn of the light We are sitting right here in the chill While the motor spins on the wheel On the cool leather seat in the night We are sitting right here in the chill Neither reaching over to turn the ignition key Trapped inside this narrow and heavy degree Just a second held in the open air Hanging on a silent unsaid despair On the cool leather seat in the night Holding back the turn of the light We are sitting right here in the chill While the motor spins on the wheel On the cool leather seat in the night We are sitting right here in the chill Just the engine idling outside Stillness where the evening will hide Cira Lazaro is a virtual artist. This song and visual were created with AI. #tropicalhouse #rainynightdrive #slowburnpop