Receipt In The Palm - Cira Lazaro (Official Audio)

a receipt in your palm, holding a whole night in one timestamp 🍷 A slow-burning tropical house groove with deep plucked synths, warm mallets and crisp finger-snaps, built for the quiet hour after the lights come down. Listen to the full catalog:    / @ciralazaromusic   this stays in your pocket when... you're holding a crumpled receipt at the end of the night and it feels heavier than paper should. a small white strip from the corner bar, marking exactly how close you've been. that nervous feeling of tracing the edges of something small while you wait for morning. you're not sure if you're staying or leaving, and neither of you says it out loud. this is for anyone who has kept a small, disposable thing because of what it meant that one night. i never planned on staying this late with you. staying a little while longer, watching your shadow stretch down the quiet aisle. you love deep house and lounge tracks that keep their heat low and their pace unhurried. a sultry, low vocal riding a warm bassline while the finger snaps keep the room slow. do you drop it right now or let the numbers show clear? the ink is fading where your fingers keep pressing down on it. this is for the ones still holding proof of a heavy night. that ache of wanting to keep a moment alive long after it's already ending. someone takes your hand and squeezes it tight, and the paper crumples between you both. neon light bleeding across a vinyl seat while the speaker hums low behind you. this one is for the quiet stretch when the night is closing but you're still not ready to. Lyrics With a receipt in the palm Holding the time that the music went calm The ink is fading where your fingers press Standing beside you in the quiet stress A small white strip from the corner bar Marking the hours of how close we are You trace the edges with a nervous thumb Waiting for morning when the rooms grow numb Is it staying or leaving, are we letting it slide? Feel the paper get damp where the secrets hide One little crease in the thermal thread Tell me the words that you left unsaid Receipt in the palm with the time stamped blue I never planned on staying this late with you Do we drop it right now or let the numbers show clear? Keep the moment alive in the amber year The speaker hums with a lingering beat Neon bleeding across the vinyl seat Just you and me in the fading light Holding the proof of a heavy night Your shadow stretches down the quiet aisle Staying right here for a little while Is it staying or leaving, are we letting it slide? Feel the paper get damp where the secrets hide One little crease in the thermal thread Tell me the words that you left unsaid Receipt in the palm with the time stamped blue I never planned on staying this late with you Do we drop it right now or let the numbers show clear? Keep the moment alive in the amber year Then you take my hand and you squeeze it tight Crushing the paper in the dimming light And the ink smears over like a closing door Leaving the evidence on the floor Receipt in the palm with the time stamped blue I never planned on staying this late with you Do we drop it right now or let the numbers show clear? Keep the moment alive in the amber year Just hold the line Cira Lazaro is a virtual artist. This song and visual were created with AI. #tropicalhouse #slowburn #latenightmood