Sweat Gone Analog (versie 2)

Verse 1

Shirt gone see-through, second tune in

Salt on my lip where the bassline been

Drop on my collarbone sliding slow

Skin keeps the swing where the hi-hats go

Mirror's fogging on the far wall

Heat off the crowd rolls like a wave, that's all

Beads on my neck catching strobe light spark

Every drip's got a beat in the dark

Pre-Chorus

Can you feel the heat turn tape not code

Skin remembers every note we're owed

Wet on the small of my back, still true

Body's the needle and the groove runs through

Chorus

Sweat gone analog, dripping on the two

Skin keeps the record of the bass we do

Sweat gone analog, sliding round the room