Glance Front Cover

Lyric

Billow

Cozy Home Music

The curtain fills like a summer sail

And I'm a passenger

I take my glass to the window seat

Where all the weather lives

The lace swells up, then settles down

Like something that forgives

I didn't earn this easy air

It came in anyway

The wind goes where it wants to go

You only hear it pass

It cools the room, it turns the page

It fogs the lemon glass

My hair keeps lifting off my neck

The breeze is being kind

It carries bits of mowing grass

And leaves the rush behind

The wind goes where it wants to go

You only hear it pass

It cools the room, it turns the page

It fogs the lemon glass

Mmm... mmm... mmm

The wind goes where it wants to go

You only hear it pass

It cools the room, it turns the page

It fogs the lemon glass

The curtain fills like a summer sail

I'll ride it for a while

  • Lyricist

    Cozy Home Music

  • Composer

    Cozy Home Music

  • Producer

    Cozy Home Music

  • Guitar

    Cozy Home Music

  • Drums

    Cozy Home Music

  • Vocals

    Cozy Home Music

  • Piano

    Cozy Home Music

Glance Front Cover

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A vintage-warm acoustic album for stepping away from the desk - mellow fingerpicked guitar, soft piano, tender young vocals, a whisper of vinyl crackle, and five bright sunny-pop tunes woven in, following one refreshing hour of a well-earned break in seventeen songs.

The story begins as summer light interrupts her work in "Glance." She sets down her pen in "Comma," stands up for a big stretch in "Stretch," swings the window wide open in "Latch," and lets the fan stir a breeze in "Fan." She pours a cold drink in "Pitcher," carries a tray to the window in "Tray," and settles into the billowing curtains in "Billow." She trades whistles with a garden bird in "Whistle," watches the trees sway in "Sway," and bites into a chilled peach in "Peach." The heart of the hour arrives as she closes her eyes and breathes in "Exhale." A tiny waltz drifts from the radio in "Radio," her fingers snap along in "Snap," she doodles on the corner of a memo in "Doodle," walks barefoot through a pool of sunlight in "Barefoot," and the hour closes golden and unhurried in "Later" - the work can wait.

Each track carries just a drop of quiet grace, making this the perfect soundtrack for coffee breaks, slow afternoons, and gentle moments away from the desk.

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