Sweet for My Feet (wersja 2)

Verse

Your sandals click on the tile floor

Suya smoke in a low hum

Four o'clock on a warm floor

The sound keeps rising like steam from your mouth

You pull my waist close then slide out

Bare feet glinting where the candlelight breaks through

We don't need words for what's said in this room

Just take two more steps and watch the sweat start to flow

Pre-Chorus

I can feel the air turn thick and warm

Watch the shadows bend, watch my heart make its move again

Chorus

Sweet for my feet, sweet for my head

Sway with me through the slowest dance I've ever seen instead

Your toes are tracing a line across the tile floor

Nothing left to chase, just this one room and more

Sweet for my feet, sweet for my head

I don't need a crowd when you move so free instead

Slow down time with your sandals in mine

Hold me still like the beat won't ever leave us behind

Verse

The ceiling fans keep turning slow overhead

Suya grease on your collarbone and your ankle bone where the light hits

You say 'let it go' like a prayer that I know will stick

I hold on tight with both hands but let my feet just drift off to the kick

Your hair comes loose under the air conditioning's haze

A single strand falls across your neck, silver in the low rays

No clock ticking here, no need for an alarm tonight

Just this four o'clock glow and the way you sway through the dark of the room

Pre-Chorus

I can feel the heat rising up like smoke

Watch the shadows bend, watch my heart start to move again

Chorus

Sweet for my feet, sweet for my head

Sway with me through the slowest dance I've ever seen instead

Your toes are tracing a line across the tile floor

Nothing left to chase, just this one room and more

Sweet for my feet, sweet for my head

I don't need a crowd when you move so free instead

Slow down time with your sandals in mine

Hold me still like the beat won't ever leave us behind

Bridge

No looking back now

Just the two of us here on this tile floor

No clock ticking here

Just your feet and my heart on repeat till we're not moving anymore

Chorus

Sweet for my feet, sweet for my head

Sway with me through the slowest dance I've ever seen instead

Your toes are tracing a line across the tile floor

Nothing left to chase, just this one room and more

Sweet for my feet, sweet for my head

I don't need a crowd when you move so free instead

Slow down time with your sandals in mine

Hold me still like the beat won't ever leave us behind