I’m longing for a quiet place

jazz, Smoky late-night jazz ballad with languid upright bass, brushed drums, and muted piano; sultry female vocals sitting close and intimate, Verses stay hushed and spacious, guitar just flickering at the edges; chorus swells with warm horn pads and soft stacked harmonies before easing back to the cool, melancholic pocket, Outro lets a tender saxophone line drift forward as the rhythm loosens and the mix dissolves into reverb, female vocals, lounge, gentle, warm, soulful, vocal, saxophone

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[Verse 1] Ashtray halo on the table Lipstick ghosting on the rim Clock hands dragging through the silence I drink the quiet, growing dim Streetlight leaking through the shutters Turns the smoke a faded gold Every laugh sounds like a memory Every mirror makes me old [Chorus] Slow exit, soft eyes I’m here, but I’m already gone Let me slip between the hours Stay just long enough to yawn Slow exit, soft eyes Tracing routes I’ll never take I’m longing for a quiet place Where I can finally breathe my ache [Verse 2] You ask me if I’m ever happy I stir the glass to dodge the truth Little circles on the napkin Like I’m counting missing youth Names and faces blur together Just more coats upon the chair I keep talking in parentheses (mm) So no one hears the heavy air [Chorus] Slow exit, soft eyes I’m here, but I’m already gone Let me slip between the hours Stay just long enough to yawn Slow exit, soft eyes Tracing routes I’ll never take I’m longing for a quiet place Where I can finally breathe my ache [Outro] Last call humming in the doorway Chairs turned upside on the floor I leave my change and half a sentence And drift out through a closing door Slow exit Soft eyes (ohhh)

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