Музыка для Массажа: Спокойствие рядом Slowed Reverb

Midnight glass and the heavy air. I watch the glow on the wooden floor. You cross the room with a silent stare. Close the door. Slow pull, sinking deep inside. Nowhere left to run, Nowhere left to hide. In the quiet draft, In midnight chill, We stand still. Breathing soft in the velvet shade. A sudden pull like a quiet wave. The lines we drew and the plans we made Begin to fade. Slow pull, sinking deep inside. Nowhere left to run, Nowhere left to hide. In the quiet Draft, In the midnight chill, We stand still.