Let the bassline take the rest (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Orange light resting on the garden wall

Long shadows stretching as the dusk starts to fall

Bare feet flat on the cooling stone

Log drum hums like a steady tone

No latch clicking on the wooden gate

You take my hand and we match the weight

Pre-Chorus

Can you feel the evening turn around

Every pulse rising from the ground

Nothing to say that we need to speak

Low wind brushing on your cheek

Chorus

Warm air moving against your dress

Let the bassline take the rest

Step by step on the sunset floor

We don't need to speak no more

Warm air moving against your dress

Warm air moving against your dress

Verse 2

Yellow sun bleeding into copper red

Thin linen catching where the breeze is fed

Rhythm sits heavy in the courtyard space

No hurry written on your open face

Your palm turns over with the rolling beat

Warm earth breathing beneath our feet

Pre-Chorus

Can you feel the evening turn around

Every pulse rising from the ground

Nothing to say that we need to speak

Low wind brushing on your cheek

Chorus

Warm air moving against your dress

Let the bassline take the rest

Step by step on the sunset floor

We don't need to speak no more

Warm air moving against your dress

Warm air moving against your dress

Bridge

Sky turns violet on the roof of tin

This is where the quiet hours begin

Keep that sway till the daylight dies

One deep groove and the settling skies

Chorus

Warm air moving against your dress

Let the bassline take the rest

Step by step on the sunset floor

We don't need to speak no more

Warm air moving against your dress

Warm air moving against your dress