The Unscratched Seal - Marlowe Sayre (Official Audio)

one fingertip on the frost, and the whole window stays white 💨 Airy tropical house at 114 BPM with plucked synths, soft mallets and a soaring soprano, made for a still winter morning by the window. Listen to the full catalog:    / @marlowesayremusic   for the frosted pane... you press one finger to the cold glass and stop just short of wiping the frost away. the rime is thick on the wooden frame and the whole room stays still. the street is down there past the glass, and you keep the white intact a little longer. your breath is warm on the surface edge, resting on the cedar ledge. two people in a quiet room, neither one moving, both watching the light on the ice. are we staying out in the quiet cold, or letting the truth unfold? for the winter morning when your coat is zipped to the chin and the street outside is frozen. a soft, held-still calm, the kind where waiting for the cold to bloom feels like enough. put it on while you watch the grey light slowly wane over a frosted window. airy plucked synths, soft mallets and a warm rolling bass, gentle enough to leave the room quiet. if you like soft melodic house and airy pop, this one sits right beside them. you lift your hand an inch away and choose not to clear the grey. do you ever hold a small moment still just so it lasts? for anyone who lets the light cut through the frozen line without a word. Lyrics Keep the unscratched seal upon the glass While we let the winter hours pass Press a finger to the chill While the whole room stays still The rime is thick on the wooden frame Neither of us has a single name Your breath is warm on the surface edge Resting right there on the cedar ledge You trace a circle without a line Leaving the ice in the pale sunshine The frost is white on the outer pane Watching the grey light start to wane Weighing the weight of a quiet room Waiting for the cold to bloom Keep the unscratched seal upon the glass While we let the heavy hours pass It stays white against the winter air With neither of us moving there Just leave the rime where the chill winds blow In the morning glow Your coat is zipped to the narrow chin Outside the street has a frozen spin The floorboards creak as you shift your weight Standing right there at the iron gate You lift your hand just an inch away Choosing not to clear the grey The frost is white on the outer pane Watching the grey light start to wane Weighing the weight of a quiet room Waiting for the cold to bloom Keep the unscratched seal upon the glass While we let the heavy hours pass It stays white against the winter air With neither of us moving there Just leave the rime where the chill winds blow In the morning glow The light cuts through the frozen line Without a word or a single sign Are we staying out in the quiet cold Or letting all of the truth unfold? Keep the unscratched seal upon the glass While we let the heavy hours pass It stays white against the winter air With neither of us moving there Just leave the rime where the chill winds blow In the morning glow The unscratched seal Still cold against the pane Marlowe Sayre is a virtual artist. This song and visual were created with AI. #tropicalhouse #winterchill #cozymorning