A Gentle Kind Of Place

[Intro] (fingerpicked acoustic guitar, soft ambient pads) [Verse 1] The light is folding into gold And voices drift, so soft, so slow You pour the wine, I read your face We’re in a gentle kind of place [Chorus] Ooooh the softest season Where silence holds its reason No rush, no rhyme, just this still time With you, with you [Verse 2] The hours melt, the table glows The laughter hums in undertones We talk of nothings, sweet and deep And let the quiet secrets keep [Chorus repeat] [Outro] Ooooohhh... (soft humming) [guitar and ambient textures fade]