Version of Love

folk, Warm acoustic country ballad with male vocals; intimate fingerpicked guitar up close, subtle brushed snare and soft upright bass entering on the chorus, Verses stay hushed and conversational, chorus widens with stacked harmonies and a gentle lap-steel swaying in the background, Keep dynamics tender, building slightly into the bridge then dropping back to just guitar and voice on the final hook, heartfelt, male vocals, acoustic, country

[Verse 1] There’s a pot on the stove Little colors in a rolling swirl Carrots Thyme And a quiet song In the hands of that woman My girl Steam curling up like a prayer Carrying stories I ain’t heard yet She laughs Wipes her hands on her dress Says "Boy Don’t you dare forget" [Chorus] This is our version of love A kiss in the kitchen Boots by the door Sunday on a Tuesday night Hearts on the floor Laid out Nothing more If you’re wondering how to get up there It’s right here in her simple touch Delight pouring out of her Into me That’s our version of love [Verse 2] Wind slips through that cracked screen Smells like rain on an old dirt road I swear it carries my granddad’s voice Whistling an old tune he wrote I’m just staring at her shoulders As she leans over Tasting the broth She turns Puts a spoon to my lips Says "Tell me Baby What you want" [Chorus] This is our version of love A kiss in the kitchen Boots by the door Sunday on a Tuesday night Hearts on the floor Laid out Nothing more If you’re wondering how to get up there It’s right here in her simple touch Delight pouring out of her Into me That’s our version of love [Bridge] Maybe heaven ain’t some far-off sky Maybe it’s this worn-out wooden chair Her humming low over simmering dreams The wind remembering we were there And when my chest feels heavy as stone She just laughs and presses her head to my chest Like she’s pouring sunlight straight through my bones Till I finally feel blessed [Chorus] This is our version of love A kiss in the kitchen Boots by the door Sunday on a Tuesday night Hearts on the floor Laid out Nothing more If you’re wondering how to get up there It’s right here in her simple touch Delight pouring out of her Into me That’s our version of love

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