Dust on your ankles, weight on your heels (النسخة 3)

Verse 1

Red dust settles on your worn-out boots

Deep bass shaking through the dry-grass roots

You tilt your chin and you give the sign

Two steps sideways to the shaker line

Sweat on your collar catching amber spark

No need for talking in the heavy dark

Pre-Chorus

The drum rolls deep

The ground gives way

No words to keep

No words to say

Chorus

Firelit horizon, keep moving close

Skin on skin where the log drum goes

Firelit horizon, keep moving close

Hold that rhythm till the shadows ghost

Verse 2

Your knuckles graze on my denim sleeve

We found a pocket where the dancers breathe

Red coals burning down to silver ash

The bassline lands with a low, slow crash

You turn your shoulder and you pull me in

The night is writing on our dusty skin

Pre-Chorus

The drum rolls deep

The ground gives way

No words to keep

No words to say

Chorus

Firelit horizon, keep moving close

Skin on skin where the log drum goes

Firelit horizon, keep moving close

Hold that rhythm till the shadows ghost

Bridge

Far ridge glowing in a ring of red

Forget every single thing they said

Just weight, just pulse, just the steady hum

One blood moving with the heavy drum

Chorus

Firelit horizon, keep moving close

Skin on skin where the log drum goes

Firelit horizon, keep moving close

Hold that rhythm till the shadows ghost