Stirring The Ice - Marlowe Sayre (Official Audio)

stirring the ice while the afternoon fades to amber A tropical-house ballad of airy plucked synths, warm rolling bass and soft mallets at 115 BPM, built for a sunlit patio afternoon. Listen to the full catalog:    / @marlowesayremusic   for the glass still in your hand... you're sitting on a sunlit patio, glass in hand, listening to someone pack a suitcase down the hall. that suspended calm right before you know the silence is about to break. neither of you says it, you just listen to the case being zipped shut. for slow afternoons when all you're doing is watching the ice go round in the glass. this is for anyone who's ever stalled a hard conversation by staring at their drink. staying or going, or letting it drift, you can't quite say. one little clink on the side of the rim and neither of you says a word. if you love tropical house and airy melodic pop, this one settles right in. airy plucked synths and warm rolling bass, 115 bpm, built for a sunlit stillness. do you fill the glass back up or let the cold water run? the case snaps shut by the front door while the shadows stretch over the grass. caught in the middle of plans neither of you said out loud. what do you say once the ice finally settles and there's nothing left to hide behind? for anyone counting the seconds of midday heat, waiting to see what gets said. put this on for a slow drink on the patio when the words haven't come yet. Lyrics Stirring the ice as the afternoon fades Watching the drink go clear Glass in the palm and the room standing still Footsteps are crossing the hardwood and sill Ice turning round in the amber and shade Watching the patterns the condensation made You’re zipping the case by the front doorway Waiting to see what we wanted to say Is it staying or going, or letting it drift? Feel the chill in the glass as the temperature shift One little clink on the side of the rim Tell me the thought that you couldn't begin Stirring the ice as the afternoon fades Caught in the middle of plans we unmade Do we fill up the glass or let the cold water run? Sitting right here in the glare of the sun The snap of a clasp on the leather and brass Shadows are stretching right over the grass Just you and me in the silent retreat Counting the seconds of midday heat Your jacket is folded across the arm chair Making it heavy for both of us there Is it staying or going, or letting it drift? Feel the chill in the glass as the temperature shift One little clink on the side of the rim Tell me the thought that you couldn't begin Stirring the ice as the afternoon fades Caught in the middle of plans we unmade Do we fill up the glass or let the cold water run? Sitting right here in the glare of the sun Then you walk to the screen and you open the latch Watching the light on the garden patch And the ice finally settles against the side Without a word left for either to hide Stirring the ice as the afternoon fades Caught in the middle of plans we unmade Do we fill up the glass or let the cold water run? Sitting right here in the glare of the sun Just let it settle Marlowe Sayre is a virtual artist. This song and visual were created with AI. #tropicalhouse #sunlitpatio #slowafternoon