SUBLIMATION
Verse 1
The lamp throws gold on the edge of your shoulder,
Vinyl sighs in a slow parade.
City’s asleep but the room’s getting bolder,
Smoke curls soft in the blue it made.
I’m not quite boiling honey,
But I’m steaming still tonight—
Sweet on the spoon of a memory
Melting under low-watt light.
Pre-Chorus
We don’t rush the river,
We let it find the seam—
Heat beneath composure,
Sugar in the steam.
Chorus
Sublimation—
Turning want to air and tone,
Touch to vibration,
Skin to saxophone.
No flame, no conflagration,
Just a slow migration
From body into breath—
Sublimation.
Verse 2
Your laugh—half velvet, half warning,
Slides like silk across the bar.
We orbit closer, not colliding,
Two dark notes on a brushed snare star.
You say, “Patience is a pleasure,”
I say, “Pressure makes it sing.”
We let the tension measure
Everything and nothing.
Pre-Chorus
No need for thunder,
No need for proof—
Just the hum of under
Rising through the roof.
Chorus
Sublimation—
Turning heat to harmony,
Sweet persuasion
In a minor key.
No crash, no devastation,
Just a smooth translation
Of ache to melody—
Sublimation.
Bridge (Spoken, low and close)
We don’t burn down houses.
We warm the walls.
We don’t spill the honey—
We let it fall
In golden threads
Between your words and mine.
Break – Sax Solo
Final Chorus (Soft, drawn out)
Sublimation—
Steam against the glass,
Slow creation
Of a moment meant to pass.
Not quite boiling honey,
But it’s sweeter than it seems—
We turn the wanting
Into dreams.
(Fade out on brushed drums and a final, lingering sax note.)
