Benjamin Aurelius - Hold The Door At Six (Copyright Free)

Official Audio for "Hold The Door At Six" by Benjamin Aurelius out now I offer my music copyright free so creators can use awesome music without the headaches, and make their projects feel bigger, better, and more exciting. Website: http://www.benjaminaurelius.com Email: [email protected] Stream: SoundCloud:   / benjaminaurelius   Instagram -   / bennyscalzo   TikTok -   / bennyscalzo   X - https://x.com/bennyscalzo Lyrics: [Verse 1] Elevator says out again Six floors breathing through a taped-up sign Foil pan cool in my left hand Orange and raspberry bleeding lines Auntie sends three dots waiting My cousin draws green sky on a bag Phone keeps guessing words I do not mean I turn it face down by my rag [Pre-Chorus] Step one, breathe low Step two, let the old joke go Step three, hear the city hum Step four, tell her I am coming up [Chorus] Hold the door at six I got both hands full and I still showed up Hold the door at six If the air gets thick then we move slow enough Cold pan, warm palms Small talk gone, but the care stays fixed I was late, I was wrong Now I climb with it Hold the door at six [Verse 2] Tennis whites flash on the corner screen Someone drops a spoon in the sink downstairs Aurora green on a cracked lock screen Turns the stair rail into colored air You said I always vanish sideways Make a laugh when I should sit still So I tuck my shoes by the landing And say the plain thing for real [Pre-Chorus] Step five, speak low Step six, let the first tear show No clever line, no quick escape Just my breath and a paper plate [Chorus] Hold the door at six I got both hands full and I still showed up Hold the door at six If the air gets thick then we move slow enough Cold pan, warm palms Small talk gone, but the care stays fixed I was late, I was wrong Now I climb with it Hold the door at six [Bridge] The hallway fan coughs twice A kid counts thunder in the wall Your key turns, then stops You leave the chain off after all I set the pan on the blue chair You hand me water from the fridge We do not fix the whole year We start right here with this [Final Chorus] Hold the door at six Both hands free now, but I stay close up Hold the door at six When the air gets thick we move slow enough Cold pan, warm palms Old hurt soft where the quiet sits I was late, I was wrong Now I stay with it Hold the door at six