Dust on your ankles, the kick drum deep (वर्ज़न 2)

Verse 1

Red dust rising where your heel meets ground

Two miles out from the edge of town

No talk moving through the courtyard gate

Just the low drum carrying the whole night's weight

Your ribs breathing by the speaker cone

Warm skin brushing over grit and stone

Pre-Chorus

Feel the heat come up through the floor

Nobody watching the open door

One small step and the pulse catches right

Chorus

Wildfire in the night

Dust on your ankles, the kick drum deep

Wildfire in the night

Waking up the ground while the houses sleep

Verse 2

Sweat dries slow on the back of your neck

Bass vibrates through the wooden deck

Nobody checking what the clock hand says

Two shadows locked where the red clay stays

Your weight shifts over on the third downbeat

Smoke from the braai drifting down the street

Pre-Chorus

Feel the heat come up through the floor

Nobody watching the open door

One small step and the pulse catches right

Chorus

Wildfire in the night

Dust on your ankles, the kick drum deep

Wildfire in the night

Waking up the ground while the houses sleep

Bridge

No dry wood, no match struck clean

Just the heavy breath in between

My palm turns, your shoulder yields

Heat spreading out through the open fields

Chorus

Wildfire in the night

Dust on your ankles, the kick drum deep

Wildfire in the night

Waking up the ground while the houses sleep