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Warm Flight
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Contemporary R&B
Warm Flight was released on April 3, 2026 by Fifty Five Music Group as a part of the album Pull Me Under - EP
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Release DateApril 3, 2026
LabelFifty Five Music Group
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM81

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jackson Childs
Jackson Childs
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Milton
John Milton
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jackson Childs
Jackson Childs
Producer

Lyrics

Summer's still on my skin
Turned little lights fading out
We didn't want it hollow
Didn't want it passing through
We wanted something honest
Something we could fall into
Wanted it sweet and steady
Something soft but strong
Not just staying over
Not just waking up and going
We talked about forever
Like it wasn't out of reach
Laughing in the doorway
With our shoes still on our feet
We wanted more than midnight
More than borrowed time
We wanted love to stay awake
And touch us all the time
We wanted a real love
Something pure and warm
Something that don't disappear
When the lights come on
We wanted a real love
But not just something to do
We wanted it heavy
Yeah, we wanted it true
Distance only made it louder
Every mile pulling tight
I counted down your landing
Like the clock told me that night
When you came back from your flight
We didn't even speak
Dropped your bags right by the door
Like they didn't mean a thing
No hesitation, no delay
Like we knew what we were for
All that time apart dissolves
Soon as you crossed the floor
We weren't playing pretend
We weren't feeling the ache
We were feeding the fire that we didn't want to escape
We wanted real love, yeah
We wanted a real love
Something pure and warm
Something that keeps calling you
Soon as you're gone
We wanted a real love
But not just passing through
We wanted it constant
Yeah, we wanted you, yeah
If love's a frequency we stay tuned in
If touch is a language, we were fluent in it
No fear in the warning
No shame in the need
We were young, we were open
We were everything
We wanted a real love
Something felt, not staged
Something that still hits hard
After all these days
We wanted real love
No ceiling, no end
If that was reckless
I'd do it again, yeah
Your flight number still in my phone
Guess some things don't end and leave
Written by: John Milton
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