The Heavy Glass - Posy Calloway (Official Audio)

late summer on the back porch, the glass sweating while everything shifts 🌷 A warm tropical-house song with plucked synths, soft mallets and finger-snaps at 114 BPM, made for a humid late summer evening when someone is drifting away. Listen to the full catalog:    / @posycallowaymusic   for the sweating glass... you're on the back porch in late summer and the humidity is sticking to everything. you hold an iced drink and watch the condensation pool on the wood table. they talk about tomorrow's travel plans as if nothing is shifting. it's the quiet ache of sitting close to someone who is already a little far away. condensation rolling down the side, nowhere left for either one to hide. we pretend we can afford to let the heavy glass just sit right there. for the evening when the suitcase waits by the door and nobody mentions it. press play while the ice melts and the shadows stretch across the porch. a slow sway at 114 bpm, easy enough to sip something cold to. do you ever sit between what is and what has been, with the ice melting beside you? for fans of melodic pop, chill tropical house and soft summer-evening pop. warm plucked synths, soft mallets and a bright, fizzy-sweet soprano over finger-snaps. for anyone watching a ring of water spread on a table and saying nothing. the twilight settles on the chair, like neither of you is really there. just let it melt, right where it's felt. Lyrics Lifting up the heavy glass of tea While you keep talking softly next to me Condensation rolling down the side Nowhere left for either one to hide The afternoon is sticking to the screen We sit between what is and what has been Ice is melting fast upon the wood We're miles away from where we thought we stood You're telling me about tomorrow's flight While shadows stretch across the porch tonight And the silence sits right on the tongue Before a single sentence gets begun Right over the top Oh, holding onto the heavy glass of ice We never had to check it twice The water pools upon the wooden board While we pretend we can afford To let the heavy glass just sit right there And lose ourselves inside the summer air Your suitcase waits beside the open door We don't talk about the things before Just watching rings of water spread and grow Upon the table where the breezes blow The condensation drips without a sound Upon the painted boards we walked around And the twilight settles on the chair Like neither one of us is really there Just because, because Oh, holding onto the heavy glass of ice We never had to check it twice The water pools upon the wooden board While we pretend we can afford To let the heavy glass just sit right there And lose ourselves inside the summer air Maybe we leave it sitting in the sun Before the evening's final word is done The condensation leaves a fading ring Without another single song to sing Oh, holding onto the heavy glass of ice We never had to check it twice The water pools upon the wooden board While we pretend we can afford To let the heavy glass just sit right there And lose ourselves inside the summer air Just let it melt Right where it's felt Posy Calloway is a virtual artist. This song and visual were created with AI. #tropicalhouse #latesummer #porchevening