Hands turn to sunrise 3 (versione 2)

Verse 1

Ash on the speaker, dust on the floor

Your hand finds mine as we move through more

Sunrise is waiting by the fence line

We're still holding the rhythm that won't decline

Torches gone quiet but your touch stays warm

Every step turns gold in this early form

Chest to chest where the night turned inside out

Your breath catches mine on this open ground

Pre-Chorus

Can you feel it turning, the shadows letting go?

The drum still echoes in our bones

Hands turn to sunrise and we don't slow down

Chorus

Hands turn to sunrise, hands turn gold

Nothing breaks us where we hold hands old

Drums are gone but this rhythm stays true

In your touch is the beat that brings us through

Rise with me on these open streets

Where every step turns light into heat

This is our hour when shadows fade

And nothing in my chest has ever felt this made

Verse 2

Streetlamp flickers once, then goes still dark

Your eyes hold steady like a sunrise spark

No one's counting minutes left to play

In your palm, the night stays

Every step turns gold in this early light

Nothing breaks us where we hold hands tight

We don't let go when morning starts its climb

Every echo of tonight is still on time

Chest to chest, warm against cold

Where every heartbeat tells a story yet untold

Pre-Chorus

Can you feel it turning, the shadows letting go?

The drum still echoes in our bones

Hands turn to sunrise and we don't slow down

Chorus

Hands turn to sunrise, hands turn gold

Nothing breaks us where we hold hands old

Drums are gone but this rhythm stays true

In your touch is the beat that brings us through

Rise with me on these open streets

Where every step turns light into heat

This is our hour when shadows fade

And nothing in my chest has ever felt this made

Bridge

Maybe sunrise isn't what we make of it

But maybe this is why sunrises matter still

Not because they rise but because they stay true

To the fire that started, to me and you

Chorus

Hands turn to sunrise, hands turn gold

Nothing breaks us where we hold hands old

Drums are gone but this rhythm stays true

In your touch is the beat that brings us through

Rise with me on these open streets

Where every step turns light into heat

This is our hour when shadows fade

And nothing in my chest has ever felt this made