Soul #4. Slow Rain on Sunday

Contemporary R&B slow jam, 84 BPM, muted guitar, silky bass, soft trap-soul drums, female lead

[Intro]
The whole town can have its plans,
I only need the warmth of your hands.

[Verse 1]
Coffee's getting colder by the window on the stairs,
A pair of mismatched slippers and your sweater on my chair.
We were gonna drive downtown and join the Sunday crowd,
But the sky wrote other plans across the roof so loud.
You said we could stay in, I said we surely could,
Moved the little table where the morning light once stood.
We put the phones away before they had a chance to sing,
And found a hundred little joys inside of almost nothing.

[Pre-Chorus]
No reservations, no fine clothes,
Just the world outside moving slow.
I hear your laughter like a favorite melody,
And all the busy parts of me can finally breathe.

[Chorus]
Let it be slow rain on Sunday,
Let the whole wide world rush by.
We can leave the dishes Monday,
Watch the silver on the sky.
If forever has a moment,
Let it look a lot like this:
Two people in a quiet room,
Learning how to never miss.

[Instrumental — 8 bars]

[Verse 2]
You read the first few pages from a book you nearly wrote,
I told you that I kept the silly letter from your coat.
We danced in socks between the kitchen and the hall,
Almost knocked the flowers off the nail beside the wall.
I saw the little worry you were carrying all week,
You let it out in pieces without forcing it to speak.
It's not that life is simple, there is so much left to do,
But nothing asks for all of us when I'm right here with you.

[Bridge]
Let the thunder count the hours, let the gutter overflow,
There are seasons made for running, there are days to take it slow.
If the sky clears by the evening, we can step outside then,
Or put another record on and start this day again.

[Final Chorus]
Let it be slow rain on Sunday,
Let the whole wide world rush by.
We can leave the dishes Monday,
Watch the silver on the sky.
If forever has a moment,
Let it look a lot like this:
Two people in a quiet room,
Learning how to never miss.

[Outro]
Slow rain, soft light, nothing we must prove,
A little Sunday made entirely for two.

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[Intro] The whole town can have its plans, I only need the warmth of your hands. [Verse 1] Coffee's getting colder by the window on the stairs, A pair of mismatched slippers and your sweater on my chair. We were gonna drive downtown and join the Sunday crowd, But the sky wrote other plans across the roof so loud. You said we could stay in, I said we surely could, Moved the little table where the morning light once stood. We put the phones away before they had a chance to sing, And found a hundred little joys inside of almost nothing. [Pre-Chorus] No reservations, no fine clothes, Just the world outside moving slow. I hear your laughter like a favorite melody, And all the busy parts of me can finally breathe. [Chorus] Let it be slow rain on Sunday, Let the whole wide world rush by. We can leave the dishes Monday, Watch the silver on the sky. If forever has a moment, Let it look a lot like this: Two people in a quiet room, Learning how to never miss. [Instrumental — 8 bars] [Verse 2] You read the first few pages from a book you nearly wrote, I told you that I kept the silly letter from your coat. We danced in socks between the kitchen and the hall, Almost knocked the flowers off the nail beside the wall. I saw the little worry you were carrying all week, You let it out in pieces without forcing it to speak. It's not that life is simple, there is so much left to do, But nothing asks for all of us when I'm right here with you. [Bridge] Let the thunder count the hours, let the gutter overflow, There are seasons made for running, there are days to take it slow. If the sky clears by the evening, we can step outside then, Or put another record on and start this day again. [Final Chorus] Let it be slow rain on Sunday, Let the whole wide world rush by. We can leave the dishes Monday, Watch the silver on the sky. If forever has a moment, Let it look a lot like this: Two people in a quiet room, Learning how to never miss. [Outro] Slow rain, soft light, nothing we must prove, A little Sunday made entirely for two.

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