Rhythm on Glass 3 (version 2)

Verse

Fingers tracing the cold glass rim

Your shoulder brushes against my hip

Floor beneath us, two warm lights

Pulse in chest where I feel your skin

Sweat and smoke but nothing said

You turn quiet to let me see

The rhythm humming out from within

It finds its way between our hands like a thin wire

Hold it steady like you're holding time

Gaze breaks soft on the amber light

Then back again at my face so still

I breathe in the slow acid beat

Feel your pulse and I feel mine match

Chorus

Rhythm on glass, rhythm on skin

Pulse in two hearts that move as one

Bodies hum like machines inside

Rhythm on glass, pulling us blind

Pulling us to where the light cuts through

Where the darkness is the only blue

Rhythm on glass, rhythm on skin

Pulse in two hearts that move as one

Bodies hum like machines inside

Rhythm on glass, pulling us blind

Pulling us to where the light cuts through

Where the darkness is the only blue

Verse

Your hand reaches out but stops before it touches

A beat is locked behind my ribcage now

The lights flicker amber and cold white

We breathe in sync with every downbeat

The bassline finds its way around us

Biting at our ankles, pulling us round

You turn back to the dance floor line

I keep the rhythm safe inside

Sweat climbs like a thin clear stream

Your eyes find mine through all this steam

A pulse that's bigger than we are

Pulling us into the amber glare

Chorus

Rhythm on glass, rhythm on skin

Pulse in two hearts that move as one

Bodies hum like machines inside

Rhythm on glass, pulling us blind

Pulling us to where the light cuts through

Where the darkness is the only blue

Rhythm on glass, rhythm on skin

Pulse in two hearts that move as one

Bodies hum like machines inside

Rhythm on glass, pulling us blind

Pulling us to where the light cuts through

Where the darkness is the only blue

Bridge

Skin against skin

Nothing else

Just this one pulse

This one light

In every room I'm with you

Every drop and every sway

Is your heartbeat too

Chorus

Rhythm on glass, rhythm on skin

Pulse in two hearts that move as one

Bodies hum like machines inside

Rhythm on glass, pulling us blind

Pulling us to where the light cuts through

Where the darkness is the only blue

Rhythm on glass, rhythm on skin

Pulse in two hearts that move as one

Bodies hum like machines inside

Rhythm on glass, pulling us blind

Pulling us to where the light cuts through

Where the darkness is the only blue