Smoke signals rising in the space between (version 2)

Verse 1

Red brick cooling behind your spine.

Log drum heavy on the border line.

Bare feet shifting on the settled dust.

No words spoken, only what we trust.

Sweet grass burning in an iron pan.

You drop your shoulders, taking up the sand.

Pre-Chorus

Feel the ground hum, slow and deep.

What the tongue hides, the ankles keep.

Do you trace it in the air?

Do you feel it right there?

Chorus

Smoke signals rising in the space between.

Every movement saying what we mean.

Hold that tempo, let the woodsmoke drift.

Smoke signals rising as the shadows shift.

Verse 2

Beads of sweat along your collarbone.

Bassline shaking every paving stone.

You turn your wrist as the shaker taps.

Time falls open in the quiet gaps.

No need to question where the rhythm goes.

Warm earth clinging to our moving toes.

Pre-Chorus

Feel the ground hum, slow and deep.

What the tongue hides, the ankles keep.

Do you trace it in the air?

Do you feel it right there?

Chorus

Smoke signals rising in the space between.

Every movement saying what we mean.

Hold that tempo, let the woodsmoke drift.

Smoke signals rising as the shadows shift.

Bridge

No promises made, no promises broke.

Just the ribcage catching in the smoke.

Two steps left and the world goes blind.

Only the drum we leave behind.

Chorus

Smoke signals rising in the space between.

Every movement saying what we mean.

Hold that tempo, let the woodsmoke drift.

Smoke signals rising as the shadows shift.