Low bass moving on the floor just right（バージョン2）

Verse

Red bulb swinging on an iron wire

Low bass burning like a slow cool fire

You rest two fingers on my shoulder blade

Tracing the tempo that the drum just made

Dust on the brickwork, heat in the space

Finding the pocket in this crowded place

Pre-Chorus

No need for speaking now

The rhythm shows us how

You turn your palm into mine

We let the tempo unwind

Chorus

Your hands tell me what to hold tonight

Low bass moving on the floor just right

Two palms open in the heavy room

Your hands tell me what to hold tonight

Verse

Sweat like glass on your collarbone

Bare feet turning on the polished stone

You press your thumb to my steady wrist

Counting the beats that we almost missed

Cool air cuts through the open door

Leaving our shadows on the concrete floor

Pre-Chorus

No need for speaking now

The rhythm shows us how

You turn your palm into mine

We let the tempo unwind

Chorus

Your hands tell me what to hold tonight

Low bass moving on the floor just right

Two palms open in the heavy room

Your hands tell me what to hold tonight

Bridge

All the loud talk has faded dry

Nothing out there in the morning sky

Just the warm press against my skin

Where you let go and where I begin

Chorus

Your hands tell me what to hold tonight

Low bass moving on the floor just right

Two palms open in the heavy room

Your hands tell me what to hold tonight