No cold air in the middle of the night (versie 2)

Verse

Red bulb swinging on an iron wire

Bassline humming like a slow coal fire

Your palm flat against my cotton shirt

Bare feet turning in the yard of dirt

Nobody speaks when the tempo drops

We just lean till the thinking stops

Pre-Chorus

Can you feel it through the floor?

Nobody looking for the door

Hold on, hold on

Let it roll, let it roll

Chorus

Chest to chest where the drum feels right

No cold air in the middle of the night

Deep down low where the pulse stays tight

Chest to chest where the drum feels right

Verse

Cool breeze blowing off the open tin

Warm skin breathing where the song comes in

Sweat dried down in the three a.m.

Kick drum striking on the count again

Your head resting on my collarbone

Heavy wood singing all alone

Pre-Chorus

Can you feel it through the floor?

Nobody looking for the door

Hold on, hold on

Let it roll, let it roll

Chorus

Chest to chest where the drum feels right

No cold air in the middle of the night

Deep down low where the pulse stays tight

Chest to chest where the drum feels right

Bridge

Let the houses turn their lanterns down

Let the morning circle round the town

All we have is the wood and the stone

And the weight of the blood and bone

Chorus

Chest to chest where the drum feels right

No cold air in the middle of the night

Deep down low where the pulse stays tight

Chest to chest where the drum feels right