Swamplight & Silk

**Swamplight & Silk**

 

 

Verse 1

 

You walk in slow, like gravity learning a new language,

 

Moss on your shoes, a map of the night on your jacket.

 

There’s a heat in the room like someone lit a memory,

 

Your laugh folds into the dark, a small bright aperture.

 

I pour two words into a glass and let them loosen,

 

You sip and make them softer, like silk sliding over skin.

 

 

Pre-Chorus

 

Your thumb traces the seam of some old apology,

 

I hold it there, unspooling like a reel we almost watched.

 

 

Chorus

 

Under swamplight and silk, we learn how to be honest in hush,

 

You say my name like a rumor, and I hold it like a rush.

 

We move in small confessions, tucked where the water is still,

 

Love is a quiet thing that trembles under our will.

 

 

Verse 2

 

The radio croons like a cat at the edge of a dream,

 

You hum the chorus wrong and it sounds like truth to me.

 

There’s a cigarette halo on the windowsill, amber and slow,

 

You breathe and the room bends toward what we already know.

 

Your fingers make a country on my clavicle, no passports needed,

 

I learn the crooked borders where your patience has ceded.

 

 

Pre-Chorus

 

We barter tiny promises for pockets full of light,

 

I keep the ones you drop and hold them close in the night.

 

 

Chorus

 

Under swamplight and silk, we learn how to be honest in hush,

 

You say my name like a rumor, and I hold it like a rush.

 

We move in small confessions, tucked where the water is still,

 

Love is a quiet thing that trembles under our will.

 

 

Bridge

 

Who taught us to be gentle with the edges that cut?

 

We stitch them with laughter, stitch them with what’s left.

 

There’s no grand saving—just a soft rearrange,

 

You in your stubborn sunlight, me with my open hands.

 

 

Breakdown (breathy)

 

Say it slow, say it small—say it like you mean it at all,

 

We’ll fold the night into pockets and pass them like calls.

 

 

Chorus (soft then rising)

 

Under swamplight and silk, we learn how to be honest in hush,

 

You say my name like a rumor, and I hold it like a rush.

 

We move in small confessions, tucked where the water is still,

 

Love is a quiet thing that trembles under our will.

 

 

Outro (soft)

 

Leave the door cracked, let the night remember our shape,

 

I’ll be here—learning to love you in increments, slowly, like a state.