In "pages," Nico Santos describes a love that feels like waking from numbness into warm, constant wanting. The habit of thinking about this partner, the slow intimacy of parted hair and held warmth, replaces restless regret with calm certainty. Turning pages becomes the image for growth: learning patience, leaving anxious circling behind, and accepting that this connection is not a mistake. The repeated plea to hold on is both a request and a promise, ending in the quiet admission that with this person, wanting never has to stop.
pages Lyrics by Nico Santos
Thinking of you is a habit
Pillow-talking to the linen, linen
I’ve been wanting you 24/7
Baby, I’m stuck in your presence, your presence
You part my hair. You do it slow
I feel the warmth, can’t let go of you
Hold on to you, hold on to me
You want me too, and you know it too
I’m turning pages
You teach me patience
Every time I don’t want you
Baby, I feeling anxious
Around you
No more stuck in The Matrix
I want you. I sure do
Every time you do love on the brain
You’re burning your mark
I don’t even care
I want you to stay
So many regrets
Too many to count
But you ain’t one
The heart deserves what comes around
No more mental gymnastics
You’re easy to see
No more running in circles
You got me
I’m turning pages
You teach me patience
Every time I don’t want you
Baby, I feeling anxious
Around you
No more stuck in The Matrix
I want you. I sure do
Hold on to you, hold on to me
You want me too, and you know it too
Hold on to you, hold on to me
You want me too, and you know it too
I’m turning pages
Get lost for ages
I’m learning patience
But with you
I want to
