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[Intro] [Ambient reverb synth pad, soft vinyl hiss, slow breathing, gentle acoustic strumming] [Verse 1] [Whispered, breathless female vocals] Wooooo... Sweet Honey... How did this happen... [Pre-Chorus] [Soft pulsing synth bass drops in, very intimate] This waking up with a cold coffee on my bedside table This waking up with my heart being a little unstable This waking up starting with a cold, cold shower This waking up reminiscing about our last hour [Chorus] [Dreamy synth swell, slow delicate beat] These mornings, after the late night calls These mornings where I slide, and darling where I fall These mornings where I read the text that you wrote These mornings where my day starts... with a voice note [Post-Chorus] [Echoing, delicate vocal layers] It won't be long, yeah yeah It won't be long, yeah yeah It won't be long... It won't be long... yeah yeah [Bridge] [Beat strips back to soft acoustic chords and ambient pads] Girl... I feel this tension rising It's been so long now I'm needing your physical Touch... (touch) I need your physical touch I need your physical touch [Verse 2] [Intensity builds softly, breathy emotional delivery] Fuck it... I'm not waiting no longer This feeling ain't got room to get stronger The tickets I'd book... didn't care what seat You know, for you... I'd march there On battered feet... [Chorus] [Ethereal dream-pop swell, layered harmony] This waking up with a cold coffee on my bedside table This waking up with my heart being a little unstable This waking up starting with a cold shower This waking up reminiscing about our last hour These mornings, after the late night calls These mornings where I slide, and darling where I fall These mornings where I read the text that you wrote These mornings where my day starts, with a voice note [Outro / Fade Out] [Whispered vocals fading over soft ambient delay] Fuck it... I'm not waiting no longer These feelings ain't got room to grow stronger The tickets I've booked... didn't care what seat You know, for you... I'd march there On battered feet... [Fade out]