SLOW BURN [114 BPM • Male lead • Dark, sensual Amapiano × Nordic ritual] [Intro — close male whisper; hook begins immediately] Your hands are cold. Put them on me. [Low sung pickup] Slow burn… Slow burn… [Log drums enter with a repeating three-note piano motif] [Verse 1 — husky, conversational; room between lines] Snow in your hair, Your coat on my chair. You reach for my glass Like you’ve always been here. I was gonna say something, But you give me that smile. Now your hand’s in my shirt And the words can wait a while. [Pre-Chorus — melody rises; soft strings widen] You’ve been holding it together. I’ve been doing that too. Let me be a little softer When I’m here with you. [Chorus — clear, warm melody; ritual drums open beneath the groove] Slow burn, baby, slow burn, Let the whole world wait its turn. Put your cold hands on me— We got nowhere else to be. Slow burn, take your time. Let the fire die. We can stay warm all night— Keep your mouth on mine. [Post-Chorus — low stacked male harmonies; log-drum response] On mine… On mine… Keep your mouth on mine. [Verse 2 — intimate; a smile in the delivery] You laugh when I pull you Too close for a dance. We sway in the kitchen, Your hips in my hands. Then you ask what I’m thinking. I could give you some line— But I’m picturing your shoes here Right beside mine. [Pre-Chorus — more open, still restrained] You don’t have to have an answer. We don’t have to call it love. But if you’re wondering what I’m after, One night ain’t enough. [Chorus — fuller groove; lead stays warm] Slow burn, baby, slow burn, Let the whole world wait its turn. Put your cold hands on me— We got nowhere else to be. Slow burn, take your time. Let the fire die. We can stay warm all night— Keep your mouth on mine. [Post-Chorus — whispered doubles beneath the melody] On mine… On mine… Keep your mouth on mine. [Bridge — drums disappear; bowed strings and breathing] I want the morning— Your eyes in the light. Two cups on the counter, Your leg over mine. You stealing the covers, Me letting you win. That sleepy little smile When I pull you back in. [Close whisper] Stay for that. [Final Chorus — widest drums and harmonies; a tender melodic lift] Slow burn, baby, slow burn, Let the whole world wait its turn. Put your cold hands on me— We got nowhere else to be. Slow burn, take your time. Let the fire die. When the sun comes through the blinds— Keep your mouth on mine. [Outro — piano motif; low chant fading] Slow burn… On mine… Keep your mouth on mine. [Whisper] Your hands are warm now.
