The Unstruck Match - Tamsin Reigh (Official Audio)

a match held cold between two fingers, all evening long 🔆 Warm tropical-house at 114 bpm with plucked synths, soft mallets and organic claps, made for the pause before you decide to speak. Listen to the full catalog:    / @tamsinreighmusic   hold the match with me... you keep tracing the rough red tip against the box and never strike it. the kitchen table is holding the evening shadows and neither of you has spoken yet. it feels like a soft grey hesitation, right before you clear the air or let it all burn. you cross your arms and watch the friction, and there is no place for either of you to hide. for the evening you both sit at the table and let a heavy silence land. we hold the fire back because we know the cost of lighting up what we thought we never lost. if you like warm melodic pop with a tropical-house pluck, this one sits easy. a close-mic voice, round kick and rolling bass keep it warm and grounded, never sharp. are you the one who has been letting the silence run across another week? hold a match at the table and let the steady 114 bpm pulse keep time while you decide. you can hear the kitchen clock ticking on the cedar wall while you both ignore the obvious. the wood stays whole and dry, and you let it pass without a single angry cry. the little box is worn out from your holding hands, and you both know it. maybe you are just rubbing wood on grit to see if it will bite? Lyrics The wooden match is resting softly in my palm The kitchen table keeps the evening shadows calm You watch me trace the rough edge of the paper strip Before a single word escapes your quiet lip The sulphur tip goes sliding back and forth across We’re measuring the weight of every little loss No flame is jumping up to catch the evening air We just keep moving down the margin sitting there The little box is worn out from our holding hands We never planned the way this heavy silence lands Just rubbing wood on grit to see if it will bite Before we let the darkness take another night The unstruck match is staying cold between us here We trace the friction while the tension grows so clear A little sulfur-grey delay before we speak We let the silence run across another week Oh, look at the unstruck match You cross your arms and watch the friction on the side There isn't any place for either one to hide The kitchen clock is ticking on the cedar wall While we ignore the obvious and watch it fall The little box is worn out from our holding hands We never planned the way this heavy silence lands Just rubbing wood on grit to see if it will bite Before we let the darkness take another night The unstruck match is staying cold between us here We trace the friction while the tension grows so clear A little sulfur-grey delay before we speak We let the silence run across another week Oh, look at the unstruck match We hold the fire back because we know the cost Of lighting up the things we thought we never lost The box is quiet and the wood stays whole and dry We let it pass without a single angry cry The unstruck match is staying cold between us here We trace the friction while the tension grows so clear A little sulfur-grey delay before we speak We let the silence run across another week Oh, look at the unstruck match Just holding on to wood that never caught a flame In the quiet room Tamsin Reigh is a virtual artist. This song and visual were created with AI. #tropicalhouse #kitchentablesilence #warmpop