Catching the rhythm, catching the spark (versie 2)

Verse 1

Iron drum glowing by the open gate

Two a.m. moving through the heavy weight

Your fingers tap on your linen sleeve

No rush to follow, no need to leave

A breath hangs quiet between our chests

Log drum rolling where the rhythm rests

Pre-Chorus

Feel the shake, feel the ground

Not a word, not a sound

Watch it drift, watch it start

Pulling us into the dark

Chorus

Smoke signals rising in the dark

Catching the rhythm, catching the spark

Weight on the heels, breath on the skin

Smoke signals rising in the dark

Verse 2

Rust on the wire where the tin meets stone

We hold the corner and stand alone

Sweat cools down on the nape of your neck

Heels press hard on the wooden deck

You turn your palm to the open night

Moving without any need for light

Pre-Chorus

Feel the shake, feel the ground

Not a word, not a sound

Watch it drift, watch it start

Pulling us into the dark

Chorus

Smoke signals rising in the dark

Catching the rhythm, catching the spark

Weight on the heels, breath on the skin

Smoke signals rising in the dark

Bridge

Between the silence and the beat

Cool air settles around our feet

No spoken words, no promised names

Only the embers, only the flames

Chorus

Smoke signals rising in the dark

Catching the rhythm, catching the spark

Weight on the heels, breath on the skin

Smoke signals rising in the dark