Walls of Salt (wersja 2)

Verse

Iron floor beneath my shoes

Salt on skin where the bass line cuts through

Hands go up where the beam meets sky

I don't know my name when I pass you by

Pre-Chorus

Crown of light on a hundred heads

The room breathes slow as the iron thuds

Nobody's here but the pulse we feed

We are the tide that this city needs

Chorus

Walls of salt, walls of sound

I lose myself and I'm found in you

Hands to the ceiling, floor turns thin

This is where the current pulls us in

Verse 2

Chrome rail shaking as the frequency climbs

Every face I see dissolves into mine

Sweat on glass where the high beams cut white

I don't need a name tonight

Pre-Chorus

Crown of light on a hundred heads

The room breathes slow as the iron thuds

Nobody's here but the pulse we feed

We are the tide that this city needs

Chorus

Walls of salt, walls of sound

I lose myself and I'm found in you

Hands to the ceiling, floor turns thin

This is where the current pulls us in

Bridge

No face, no name, no door

Just heat, just hum, nothing more

The room forgets me whole

I don't need it anyway

Chorus

Walls of salt, walls of sound

I lose myself and I'm found in you

Hands to the ceiling, floor turns thin

This is where the current pulls us in