A tender vocal Amapiano centrepiece that treats staying in the room a little longer as its quiet release.
[Verse 1]
You can keep the last train waiting
You can leave the porch light on
There is no wrong way to be here
When the long day has gone
The keys fall soft across the room
The deep pulse draws a line
I follow it without a question
You follow it beside me
[Chorus]
No rush home, no rush home
Let the night make a little room
No rush home, no rush home
We can meet the morning when it blooms
[Verse 2]
Outside, the street keeps talking
Inside, the air is clear
I hear the shaker mark the seconds
Like it knows why we are here
You take a turn, I take a turn
Then neither one is alone
The whole floor says it softly:
There is no rush home
[Bridge]
Not every answer needs a name
Not every spark needs a flame
Stay in the circle, stay in the sound
Let the low note pull us round
[Final Chorus]
No rush home, no rush home
Let the night make a little room
No rush home, no rush home
We can meet the morning when it blooms
No rush home, no rush home
The city can wait outside the room
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