Mint on My Skin

Стиль Dark Hip-hop, Тема Психоделический массаж

[Verse 1] Your palms find the knots under my collar, A jar of mint oil, the room turning smaller. You count each breath like coins on a tray, Press out the noise I carried all day. The ceiling swims; your hands stay sure, A slow, strange cure with a velvet pressure. I came in stiff with my jaw set tight, Now every old worry comes loose by the night. [Chorus] Work that spell through my shoulders and spine, Pull the hard hours out, leave the pulse behind. I’m sinking, I’m steady, the edges unwind, Your hands draw a map through the fog in my mind. [Verse 2] Warm towel folded, glass of water nearby, Blue paper curtains drift in my eye. You find one locked place and wait till it yields, Like rain softening dust on a neglected field. No grand revelation, no promise to keep, Just your practiced hands and the room breathing deep. When I sit up, the floor feels strange, My shoulders sit lower; my thoughts have changed. [Chorus] Work that spell through my shoulders and spine, Pull the hard hours out, leave the pulse behind. I’m sinking, I’m steady, the edges unwind, Your hands draw a map through the fog in my mind. [Outro] Mint on my skin, quiet in my chest, I walk out lighter, carrying less.