Open the sky, let it in (wersja 3)

Verse 1

Sun dropping slow over corrugated tin

Cold ginger beer sweating under your chin

You tip your head back, laughing so free

Soft amber light spilling over your knees

Pre-Chorus

Dusk turns the yard into deep purple haze

Look what is shifting in front of my face

One little touch and the daylight is gone

Tell me we stay when the log drum comes on

Chorus

Vula the night

Open the sky, let it in

I feel the roll as it touches your skin

Every low drum makes me fall into you

Vula the night, vula the night

Verse 2

Cider on ice in a plastic green crate

You tie your hair back and kick off the gate

Lanterns flick on with a hum in the air

Cool evening wind blowing dust past the chair

Pre-Chorus

Dusk turns the yard into deep purple haze

Look what is shifting in front of my face

One little touch and the daylight is gone

Tell me we stay when the log drum comes on

Chorus

Vula the night

Open the sky, let it in

I feel the roll as it touches your skin

Every low drum makes me fall into you

Vula the night, vula the night

Bridge

No turning back, no running away

Bass at our ribs while the sunset decays

Say what you want in the space of this beat

Nothing between us but air and the heat

Chorus

Vula the night

Open the sky, let it in

I feel the roll as it touches your skin

Every low drum makes me fall into you

Vula the night, vula the night