[Intro | female vocal, bass and drums groove, sparse synth] Your name in white on the intercom I press it once — a crackle — "come on up" [Verse 1 | warm female vocal, conversational, tight groove] We're talking in your kitchen, coffee going cold You ask me if I'm free some weekend in May Then you grab your keys — spring onions, back in five — pointing at the wifi code on the fridge and my phone logs on [Chorus 1 | big lift, full band, stacked harmonies, handclaps] Little by little, we're happening No grand confessions, just the quiet things You keep making room — I keep leaning in Now your network knows my name and May is more than maybe [Verse 2 | intimate female vocal, groove steady, synth pads low] Monday morning, light across the bed Your charger still here, curled where you slept You never asked it back — I never said I plug my phone in where yours used to be your town is showing sun beside my rain [Chorus 2 | big lift, full band, stacked harmonies, handclaps] Little by little, we're happening No grand confessions, just the quiet things You keep making room — I keep leaning in You've got sunshine in my weather app I check your sky before mine [Verse 3 | driving groove, bright energy, windows-down feel] May came through — I dropped my bag on the back seat your car picked up my phone before we left the street my song came on mid-line — we laughed and let it play we drove all day with the windows down and your silhouette climbs the wall in low red light [Chorus 3 | big lift, full band, stacked harmonies, handclaps] Little by little, we're happening No grand confessions, just the quiet things You keep making room — I keep leaning in Your car knows where my song left off and we go on from there [Verse 4 | warm female vocal, tender, groove steady] A knock — a parcel waiting at my door Your handwriting across my name, my street I leave it on the table, writing up, and read it every time I pass cold metal in my palm, freshly cut [Chorus 4 | big lift, full band, stacked harmonies] Little by little, we're happening No grand confessions, just the quiet things You keep making room — I keep leaning in This key was cut for me — now I let myself in [Bridge | hushed, bass and voice only, drums drop out] My key's in my hand — I don't need to ring but I stop at the intercom anyway: your name — and next to it, mine [Final Chorus | biggest lift, full band, stacked female harmonies, handclaps] Little by little, we're happening No grand confessions, just the quiet things You kept making room — I kept leaning in every small door you opened held the next [Outro | instrumental, bass and drums carry out, synth fades] [End]
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