Intimate Bath by Harbor Static

[Verse 1] The water's getting deeper, steaming up the window glass You sink down in the silence, a sigh as you relax I trace the line your shoulder makes, the suds cling to your skin The world outside is muffled, now let the slow world in [Pre-Chorus] And the tap still drips a rhythm on the porcelain and tile We just let it keep its tempo, we can stay here for a while [Chorus] And it's not about the getting clean, it's about the getting near The quiet understanding that there's nothing we need here But the warmth against our bodies, and the breath upon our face And the water holding both of us in its embrace [Verse 2] You take the worn-out washcloth, and you wring it like a rain And run it down my back again to ease a silent ache Your knees are tucked behind me, your chin rests on my head There are galaxies of meaning in the simple things unsaid [Pre-Chorus] And the water gets a little cold, so I turn the hot tap on We watch the new steam rise again, 'til the first heat is gone [Chorus] And it's not about the getting clean, it's about the getting near The quiet understanding that there's nothing we need here But the warmth against our bodies, and the breath upon our face And the water holding both of us in its embrace [Bridge (synth shimmer, intimate)] We are all just islands, 'til a moment makes a map That shows the narrow channel where the love can flow like that From your skin to my skin, in this water, warm and deep A tenderness so palpable it almost makes me weep [Chorus (softer, more spoken)] And it's not about the getting clean, it's about the getting near The quiet understanding that there's nothing to fear But the warmth against our bodies, and the breath upon our face And the water holding both of us, in this forgiving space [Outro] The drain groans as I pull it, the water starts to slip A final, warm kiss on my, your departing, dripping hip We'll stand on the bathmat, wrapped in towels, soft and crude But I have never felt more clean, or more perfectly understood.