Lyrics
Slow ceiling fan Turning low Slow ceiling fan Do not let go Slow ceiling fan above the bedframe Cutting shadows through the blue Warm air circling through the silence Bringing little pieces of you Your shirt resting on the armchair My glass fading on the sill Everything is half asleep now But the room is breathing still Do not move Do not break This soft night We let it make Slow ceiling fan Turn for me Hold this room Tenderly Slow ceiling fan Soft and wide Keep this hour Spinning through the night Streetlight slipping through the curtain Thin gold moving on the wall Your shoulder rising with the quiet Like you hear the air at all There is nothing loud between us Just the pulse beneath the calm And the dark feels almost weightless As it settles in my arms Do not rush Do not speak This small night Is turning deep Slow ceiling fan Turn for me Hold this room Tenderly Slow ceiling fan Soft and wide Keep this hour Spinning through the night Slow ceiling fan Turn for me Hold this room Tenderly Slow ceiling fan Soft and wide Keep this hour Spinning through the night Slow ceiling fan Breathing slow Round and round We let it go