Slow swing of your waist and your wrist (النسخة 2)

Verse 1

Salt water resting on the timber plank

Cold fog rolling from the deep sea bank

Your breath white against my shoulder bone

Two pairs of boots on the slippery stone

Low drum humming through the wooden floor

Far from the city and the metal door

Pre-Chorus

Red flash, turn slow

Where the water meets the dark below

Red flash, don't speak

Feel the rhythm that we came to seek

Chorus

Fjord signal cutting the mist

Slow swing of your waist and your wrist

Cold night, but the chest stays warm

Fjord signal cutting the mist

Verse 2

Beacon sweeping every seven beats

Wet moss clinging to the empty streets

Your palm resting on the heavy wool

Bassline steady in a tidal pull

No talk needed when the shadows lean

Just the dark water and the space between

Pre-Chorus

Red flash, turn slow

Where the water meets the dark below

Red flash, don't speak

Feel the rhythm that we came to seek

Chorus

Fjord signal cutting the mist

Slow swing of your waist and your wrist

Cold night, but the chest stays warm

Fjord signal cutting the mist

Bridge

Gravel and iron beneath our tread

Forget every word that the morning said

Just the low pulse rising from the ground

Lost in the fog till the light comes round

Chorus

Fjord signal cutting the mist

Slow swing of your waist and your wrist

Cold night, but the chest stays warm

Fjord signal cutting the mist