The Living Floor (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Warm amber spilling on the concrete wide

Paper fan cutting through the velvet air

I see your shoulder moving in the blue

Golden dust tangled in your hair

Soft linen clinging to your collarbone

You don't even glance across the room

Just a nod, just an easy smile

Everything is starting into bloom

Pre-Chorus

Hear the kick drum lift the dust

Turn the timber into trust

Catch your breath against my neck

Here it comes, here it comes

Chorus

Hold me close upon the living floor

Every beat is lighter than before

Two shadows breathing in the gold

Nothing heavy left to hold

Hold me close upon the living floor

Verse 2

Cool drops falling from a plastic cup

Circles gleaming where the glasses dry

You pull me closer by the cotton sleeve

No tomorrow in your easy eye

Barefoot circles where the sneakers lay

Every stranger singing out the tune

I feel your pulse along my fingertips

Drifting slow beneath the paper moon

Pre-Chorus

Hear the kick drum lift the dust

Turn the timber into trust

Catch your breath against my neck

Here it comes, here it comes

Chorus

Hold me close upon the living floor

Every beat is lighter than before

Two shadows breathing in the gold

Nothing heavy left to hold

Hold me close upon the living floor

Bridge

No walls to keep the night

No shadows out of line

Just your chest against my chest

Moving out of time

Chorus

Hold me close upon the living floor

Every beat is lighter than before

Two shadows breathing in the gold

Nothing heavy left to hold

Hold me close upon the living floor