Velvet After Hours

You come in slow, bespoke in blue. A coupe of rain on your sleeve. The room knows your name before you do And gives you space To breathe. I keep my glass where the amber glows. You smile like you've done this scene, But your eyes say more than the band below. You want the In-between. Lean a little closer. Let the night dress up. I know that look. It's never just enough. Stay for the velvet hour. Stay where the shadows bloom. Stay for the velvet hour. Right here in this small high room. Velvet hour. Velvet hour. Your laugh lands soft on the lacquered keys like Silk on a cedar box. The trumpet bends with its courtesies and leaves a Trace of gloss. I know the type that keeps it cool with A heartbeat under ice, but you're not made of That old rule. You're made of one more try. Lean a little closer. Let the night dress up. I know that look. It's never just enough. Stay for the velvet hour. Stay where the shadows bloom. Stay for the velvet hour. Right here in this small high room. Velvet hour. Velvet hour. Let the Flugelhorn say it plain. Let the bass keep time. We don't need to name the flame. Just let it wear this rhyme. Stay for the velvet hour. Stay where the shadows bloom. Stay for the velvet hour. Right here in this small high room. Stay for the velvet hour. Tell me what you choose. Velvet hour. Velvet hour.