Telling me more than my hands could guess (버전 2)

Verse 1

Yellow bulb swinging on a rusted wire

Dust settling low where the speaker stack fires

Cotton hem lifting with the sway of your knee

Nobody's talking, but the air moves free

You turn on the beat and the fabric turns too

Same second, same breath, moving through you

Pre-Chorus

Feel how the night gets loud in the chest

No hands have to move for a body to say the rest

Warm wind reading everything you mean

Chorus

Warm air moving against your dress

Telling me more than my hands could guess

Nothing said, but the rhythm knows

Warm air moving where the current goes

Warm air moving against your dress

Warm air moving

Verse 2

Streetlight catching the hem as it flares

Bassline low, climbing up the stairs

Your shoulder tilts and the cloth follows slow

Reading a language only movement can know

Two feet apart but the space still speaks

Wind off the roof running down your cheek

Pre-Chorus

Feel how the night gets loud in the chest

No hands have to move for a body to say the rest

Warm wind reading everything you mean

Chorus

Warm air moving against your dress

Telling me more than my hands could guess

Nothing said, but the rhythm knows

Warm air moving where the current goes

Warm air moving against your dress

Warm air moving

Bridge

Maybe it's the drum, maybe it's the breeze

Maybe there's no difference between the two of these

Cloth on the wind is the truth I trust

Closer than talking, older than us

Chorus

Warm air moving against your dress

Telling me more than my hands could guess

Nothing said, but the rhythm knows

Warm air moving where the current goes

Warm air moving against your dress

Warm air moving