Chest to chest while the bass rolls slow (versione 2)

Verse 1

Bare feet pressed to the cooling brick

Log drum hums where the air grows thick

Thin grey spiral of cedar wood

Standing right where the fire stood

You don't speak, you just turn your hands

Dust kicks soft where the rhythm lands

Pre-Chorus

Watch it rise, let it drift

Feel the weight in the gravel shift

Drop your shoulder, count to four

Nothing else on this quiet floor

Chorus

Smoke signals in the fading light

Chest to chest while the bass rolls slow

Smoke signals in the fading light

We don't speak what the bodies know

Verse 2

Cool air pooling around your knees

Blue mist weaving between the trees

Amber ash on an open palm

Four a.m. and the yard is calm

Shoulder brushing against my coat

Echoes deep in a gravel throat

Pre-Chorus

Watch it rise, let it drift

Feel the weight in the gravel shift

Drop your shoulder, count to four

Nothing else on this quiet floor

Chorus

Smoke signals in the fading light

Chest to chest while the bass rolls slow

Smoke signals in the fading light

We don't speak what the bodies know

Bridge

Sky turns violet above the tin

Warm red spark on the dark brown skin

No more questions, no tracks to trace

Only pulse in an empty space

Chorus

Smoke signals in the fading light

Chest to chest while the bass rolls slow

Smoke signals in the fading light

We don't speak what the bodies know