Muffled like the sunlight on a snowy day. Gentle like the aroma from a brew of jasmine tea. The doubled vocal harmonies are thin pink ribbons wrapped so many times around the gift of that twinkling melody. They’re like extra whipped cream on a sundae — a guilty pleasure that’s childish and certainly too much. But exactly what you want.
Favorite part: the outro. I savor the ending like the scent of a rose.
Added to dusty rose.