Lyric

Silver platters catching the dim light

Polished shoes on the marble floor so white

The steam is rising from a porcelain cup

Gravity holds us before the sun goes up

No orders today, just the echo of a sigh

A quiet rhythm under a vaulted sky

Passing notes like a secret code

Steps in the garden where the moss has grown

A whisper in the hallway, a playful glance

Shadows are starting their slow, lazy dance

Oh, it’s a velvet afternoon in the deep

Secrets that the stone walls quietly keep

Warm steam rising in a hidden place

A moment of mercy, a touch of grace

We’re just drifting where the shadows lie

In the velvet glow of a peaceful sky

Gathered in circles, the laughter is low

Watching the white petals softly blow

A small messenger with a heavy seal

Walking the line between the dream and the real

The master’s ink on a folded leaf

A promise of silence, a sweet relief

Blue sparks dancing in the vapor and mist

A sanctuary that the world has missed

No armor today, just the heat of the spring

Hearing the song that the quiet things sing

Oh, it’s a velvet afternoon in the deep

Secrets that the stone walls quietly keep

Warm steam rising in a hidden place

A moment of mercy, a touch of grace

We’re just drifting where the shadows lie

In the velvet glow of a peaceful sky

Let the signal fade

In the cool of the shade

Velvet afternoon