Forest Bossa (Self Adaptation v5):::?
Lyrics
Verse
Dappled light and quiet floor,
nylon whispers at the door.
Footsteps find the two‑four sway,
small and close, we move that way.
Pre
Hold the rush—let it slide;
brushes keep a river time.
Chorus
Forest bossa, sway me low,
quiet fire, steady glow.
Big talk fades, soft beats know—
leaves keep time and I let go.
Post / Tag
Shh… sway, sway—bossa, bossa.