[INTRO — shouted tag, immediate bass stab] K-K-K KYRODITH! Turn towards me. [VERSE 1 — intimate female vocal, tight garage swing] There’s a crease across your cheek, You’ve been sleeping on your hand. I was just about to leave; You move over. Change of plans. You look different when you wake, Less prepared to face the day. I’m in love with that expression You would never let them photograph. [PRE-CHORUS — short phrases, rising bass pressure] Nothing rehearsed. Nothing to prove. You lift the sheet. I turn to you. Your sleepy voice. My favourite sound. One arm open. I lie back down. [CHORUS — strong emotional melody] Turn towards me, Let me see your face. I love you most When you forget to be impressive. Pull me closer, Let the morning wait. I want the years That put more laughter in your face. My side of your bed, Your hand on my waist. After all this wanting, I still want to stay. [DROP — massive rolling sub, clipped vocal hook] My side. Your bed. Your hand. Stay there. Turn towards me. Closer yet. I mean every word— Even out of breath. [VERSE 2 — confident, sensual, syncopated] I once practised looking busy When your name came on my phone. Now I tell you that I miss you Before you’ve put your jacket on. You say, “You’ve got it bad.” I say, “You’ve got it right.” Then you reach behind your shoulder, Take my hand and pull me by your side. [PRE-CHORUS — percussion builds] No clever line. You know me now. I used to hide it. Forgotten how. You turn your head. I touch your chin. I had a whole speech— Let me try again. [CHORUS — fuller vocal, stacked harmonies] Turn towards me, Let me see your face. I love you most When you forget to be impressive. Pull me closer, Let the morning wait. I want the years That put more laughter in your face. My side of your bed, Your hand on my waist. After all this wanting, I still want to stay. [BRIDGE — expressive sung vocal, drums keep moving] I want to know you at fifty, Hear how your opinions change. Find you handsome in some jacket That I begged you not to take. I want a photograph so old We argue where and when. You insist you kissed me first. I say, “Prove it, then.” [FINAL DROP — explosive breakbeat fills, call and response] Who kissed who? You kissed me. Not like that— Come here. Let’s see. My side. Your bed. Still us. Again. Turn towards me. Closer yet. You haven’t heard My whole speech yet. [OUTRO — warm, dry vocal, final bass hit] Keep that arm there. I’m staying.
