We moving easy in the charcoal light (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Dust rises easy where your heels come down

Red sky fading on the edge of town

One kick drum beating in the open air

Sweet smoke drifting through your braided hair

You lean closer with your eyes half-closed

Heat rising steady from the brick and stones

Pre-Chorus

Watch the grey ring climb

Feel the bass catch time

You don't have to speak

Just let the gravel find your feet

Chorus

Smoke signals in the low warm night

We moving easy in the charcoal light

No words needed, just the drum and space

Smoke signals in the low warm night

Verse 2

Cold cup resting on an upturned crate

Shoulders brushing while the log drums wait

Your right palm open near the speaker box

Footsteps counting what the rhythm locks

Cigarette burning down slow and quiet

Nothing out here but the ground and violet

Pre-Chorus

Watch the grey ring climb

Feel the bass catch time

You don't have to speak

Just let the gravel find your feet

Chorus

Smoke signals in the low warm night

We moving easy in the charcoal light

No words needed, just the drum and space

Smoke signals in the low warm night

Bridge

Breath on collarbone, heat in the chest

The sun goes under and we leave the rest

Skin knows where the deep note goes

From the dusty earth to the tips of toes

Chorus

Smoke signals in the low warm night

We moving easy in the charcoal light

No words needed, just the drum and space

Smoke signals in the low warm night