Bass, drums, guitar, and keys ease into a low agreement—no slam, just a pocket already composed.

Al comes in close on "in love," almost inward, floating around a rhythm that already feels faithful.

Whatever you want is all right, and he wants to spend his life here—small curls over the same warm floor.

The line lifts without getting large. Softness is doing the work.

Loving you forever, let me be the one—voice still curling while the pocket barely changes.

Good times or bad, happy or sad—the band doesn't underline the contrast; his phrasing carries the risk.

Why do people break up, then turn around and make up—the surface tightens a little, more insistence in the pulse, still no accusation.

You'd never do that to me—kept close and personal while the groove keeps offering a place to stand.

The plea circles close. Bass and drums have been saying stay this whole time.

Just being around you is all he sees—together, loving you, same pocket underneath.

One more pass through good and bad, happy and sad—light on top, firm underneath, intensity in the balance.

It tapers through the same warmth it opened with. No big final argument—just the pocket continuing until it doesn't need to.