Snow On The Screen

[Verse 1]
Goggles fogged up
her laugh in my hood
Boards on the rack
boots dragging through slush
Cold chairlift swing
we talk in clouds
Her hand in my glove
that’s our little house
[Chorus]
Snow on the screen
you and me in the glow
Blankets to our chin
while the whole world snows
Snow on the screen
lazy credits that roll
I’m lost in your breath
and the hush in your soul
[Verse 2]
Popcorn in her hair
she steals my drink
Remote on her chest
she’s half in the sink
Outside, cars creep
inside, time slides
My thumb on her knee
white world outside
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
Late run, black slope
headlights way below
Her shout in the dark
cuts through the slow
Back home, blinds shut
blue frames on her face
Her head on my ribs
all winter, one place
[Chorus]

rap, Lo-fi noir trap at 85 BPM, male smoky whispered vocals close to the mic. Muted, groovy kicks and soft snares tuck under jazzy minor keys and a deep wobble bass, all wrapped in vinyl crackle and distant, snowy pads. Verses stay intimate and conversational; chorus widens with doubled whispers, subtle falsetto ad-libs, and a ghostly bell line. Keep the low-end warm and round, with sidechain pulsing against the pads for a slow, hypnotic sway., deep, groovy, lo-fi, jazzy