The Unstruck Match - Marlowe Sayre (Official Audio)

one wooden match held over the burner, and the grey dawn not yet lit 💨 This tropical-house track pairs airy plucked synths, soft mallets and organic finger-snaps at 114 BPM for a quiet grey morning in a still kitchen. Listen to the full catalog:    / @marlowesayremusic   for the match unstruck... you are standing at the stove at dawn with a match between your thumb and finger, and you cannot make yourself strike it grey light rolls in through the window and the room waits with you the hesitation of knowing a small flame would make the quiet room feel too real a soft grey hush where you hold your breath and nothing has happened yet you reach out a finger to the side and there is nowhere left for either heart to hide look at the unstruck match held against the dark, never letting go to find a single spark two of you in a quiet morning, full of words you never left untold you both know the room is full, and nothing needs to move to feel the pull play it while the window is still grey and the kitchen is still quiet an easy, rolling 114 bpm pulse works for a slow walk through a morning that has not started yet for anyone who has held a decision in their hand and let the minutes pass made for the one who sits by the unlit kitchen chair and listens to the winter air if you like chillout, melodic house and soft dance-pop, this airy sound will feel familiar airy plucks, soft mallets and a close-mic soprano leave plenty of open sky around the stillness what would you do with one more second before the spark? Lyrics Morning resting heavy on the pane Waiting for a voice to speak again Shadows stretching long across the floor Not a sound coming through the door Grey dawn pressing close against the glass Watching all the quiet minutes pass Holding up a stick between my hands Waiting for the quiet to command Thumb and finger resting on the wood Right beside the place we always stood One more second till the spark takes hold All the words we never left untold Holding back the breath inside my chest Waiting for the quiet to arrest Look at the unstruck match held against the dark Never letting go to find a single spark Not a single flame to break the quiet night While we watch the morning lose its light Yes, steady and still as the winter air Sitting by the unlit kitchen chair Sulphur waiting right beneath the tip Silence resting heavy on my lip Every motion feels so sharp and clear Everything we couldn't settle here You reach out a finger to the side Nowhere left for either heart to hide One more second till the spark takes hold All the words we never left untold Holding back the breath inside my chest Waiting for the quiet to arrest Look at the unstruck match held against the dark Never letting go to find a single spark Not a single flame to break the quiet night While we watch the morning lose its light Yes, steady and still as the winter air Sitting by the unlit kitchen chair If the surface strikes and lets it burn We can find the point of no return Nothing needs to move to feel the pull When the quiet room is this full Look at the unstruck match held against the dark Never letting go to find a single spark Not a single flame to break the quiet night While we watch the morning lose its light Yes, steady and still as the winter air Sitting by the unlit kitchen chair Marlowe Sayre is a virtual artist. This song and visual were created with AI. #tropicalhouse #morningchill #airypop