It's The Small Things

slow raw vintage soul ballad, warm analog production, tape saturation, room reverb, gentle brushed drums, deep walking bass, warm Hammond organ swells, sparse bluesy electric guitar licks with vibrato, intimate raspy male baritone vocal, emotional and vulnerable, E Minor, 70 bpm

Verse 1] I used to think love was them big declarations Turns out it’s your hand reachin’ ‘cross the bed Checkin’ if I’m still breathin’ in the dark Lord, I never knew I needed that [Verse 2] We ain’t got much figured out, that’s true But you ask me how I slept And girl, I believe you really wanna know That’s somethin’ I can build my whole life on [Chorus] It’s the small things, baby Your fingers on my wrist when the night gets heavy Askin’ if I’m alright Yeah, it’s the small things And they turn into everything [Verse 3] I been loved before, but never like this Not the way you remember I take my sugar Not the way you touch my shoulder When you leave the room early [Chorus] It’s the small things, baby Your fingers on my wrist when the night gets heavy Askin’ if I’m alright Yeah, it’s the small things And they turn into everything [Bridge – slower, organ swelling] We ain’t perfect, no We just pay attention And maybe that’s the same damn thing Maybe that’s enough [Final Chorus – building, then breaking soft] It’s the small things, baby Your hand reachin’ over, askin’ if I’m here Makin’ sure I’m alright It’s the small things They become the reason They become my whole life [Outro – raspy, fading] (The small things… oh the small things) You askin’ if I’m alright… Yeah… you askin’ if I’m alright

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