Rhythm in My Spine 2 (versione 2)

Verse

Dust on my collarbone where your hands found the mark

Fingers tracing patterns in the smoke we left around us

Heels click on the polished floor as the rhythm pulls me back to the start of this

Skin remembers the last time your voice went low

I was chasing a melody, you were running with the beat

Every step I take lands exactly where it's supposed to be

Pre-Chorus

Feel my ribcage hum and my palms go warm again

You're still holding hands in every single frame that I hold on to

This room may empty out but the song stays inside me

I know what's coming next, don't ask who or when

Chorus

Rhythm in my spine, we move like one

Hands across this floor, where you last called home

Fingers locked on four and I follow your lead

Every note is an echo that comes back to me

Verse

Your eyes hold all the light that's still left behind

Ears remember every time the bass dropped low

Neck leans forward like it knows what we're going through

Same four walls but this time, they don't feel like walls anymore

Every breath I take carries something your lips have said

I used to think this was just a night, not a lifetime that's been fed

Every step I take lands exactly where it's supposed to be

Pre-Chorus

Feel my ribcage hum and my palms go warm again

You're still holding hands in every single frame that I hold on to

This room may empty out but the song stays inside me

I know what's coming next, don't ask who or when

Chorus

Rhythm in my spine, we move like one

Hands across this floor, where you last called home

Fingers locked on four and I follow your lead

Every note is an echo that comes back to me

Bridge

No more names, no more times, just this one single line

The drumbeat keeps us here till the whole room's one long spine

I let go of what was lost because tonight we're not alone

This rhythm in my chest will never call it home again

Chorus

Rhythm in my spine, we move like one

Hands across this floor, where you last called home

Fingers locked on four and I follow your lead

Every note is an echo that comes back to me