V E R S E 1: You don’t rush me, and I like that Love shouldn’t feel like a deadline I been learning how to sit with want Without letting it rewrite my spine I don’t perform for affection now I let it meet me where I stand If you’re here, it’s ’cause you chose to be Not ’cause I reached for your hand P R E C H O R U S: I don’t fill the space with noise I let the moment talk Some things sound better When they’re never forced C H O R U S: In the velvet silence, I stay right here Let the feeling get real clear I don’t chase, I don’t explain If it’s right, it’ll remain In the quiet, I set the tone Soft power in my own zone I don’t need to say too much You already feel the touch That’s love in the velvet silence V E R S E 2: I been loud before, I been empty too I know what craving can do Now I treat my heart like fine glass If you hold it, you gotta be true I like the way you read the room The way you don’t interrupt You don’t try to take control from me You just rise when I open up P R E C H O R U S: You move when I move You pause when I pause That kind of harmony Feels like applause C H O R U S: In the velvet silence, I stay right here Let the feeling get real clear I don’t chase, I don’t explain If it’s right, it’ll remain In the quiet, I set the tone Soft power in my own zone I don’t need to say too much You already feel the touch That’s love in the velvet silence I don’t go quiet ’cause I’m unsure… I go quiet ’cause I’m listening. To myself. To you. To what this could be If we don’t rush it. B R I D G E : I’m not cold, I’m intentional I don’t dim, I get intentional If I lean in, it’s on purpose If I pull back, it’s personal I don’t confuse desire with need I let attraction breathe If you’re patient, you’ll see There’s more power in me C H O R U S: In the velvet silence, I let it grow Slow burn, steady glow I don’t beg, I don’t bend I allow what’s meant In the quiet, I hold my ground That’s where love gets loud If you hear me when I’m still Then you really feel me In the velvet silence O U T R O: Some love screams to be chosen. Mine waits… and still gets picked.
