Talking Past Midnight
Style: Bossa nova

[Verse 1]
The phone lies flat upon the counter
Your voice comes low and slow tonight
Kitchen light hums soft around us
Nothing here feels wrong or right

[Pre-chorus]
I keep the kettle off, don't want the noise
Just want to hear you breathing near
So say the thing you're building toward

[Chorus]
Brandon, I could talk till morning
Nothing random, nothing thin
You're the one I plan on
Brandon, let the night wear in

[Verse 2]
You laugh and it crackles down the line
Some old joke you won't explain
I trace circles on the counter
Waiting on your voice again

[Pre-chorus]
I keep the kettle off, don't want the noise
Just want to hear you breathing near
So say the thing you're building toward

[Chorus]
Brandon, I could talk till morning
Nothing random, nothing thin
You're the one I plan on
Brandon, let the night wear in

[Bridge]
Doesn't matter what got said
Only that you stayed on the line
Some nights love is just this quiet
Two voices holding on past nine

[Chorus]
Brandon, I could talk till morning
Nothing random, nothing thin
You're the one I plan on
Brandon, let the night wear in

[Outro]
The phone still rests upon the counter
Long after we both said goodnight

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