Nothing else inside the room (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Red bulb swinging on a copper wire

Cool sweat drying in the open air

Your palm resting on my spine

Two feet matching up with mine

Bass shakes the gravel by the gate

Nobody asking for the date

Pre-Chorus

Can you feel the timber roll

From the floorboards to the soul

Rising slow through every vein

Deeper than a spoken name

Chorus

Low drum speaking through the gloom

Nothing else inside the room

Skin to skin and pulse to pulse

Low drum speaking through the gloom

Verse 2

Shadows tall against the lime-washed wall

Slow breath answering the heavy call

Cold tea resting on the wooden crate

We let the tempo carry all the weight

Your fingers tapping on my cotton sleeve

No one is looking for a way to leave

Pre-Chorus

Can you feel the timber roll

From the floorboards to the soul

Rising slow through every vein

Deeper than a spoken name

Chorus

Low drum speaking through the gloom

Nothing else inside the room

Skin to skin and pulse to pulse

Low drum speaking through the gloom

Bridge

Darkness isn't empty when the speakers hum

Every quiet breath becomes the drum

We stay rooted in the solid ground

Carried by the rolling sound

Chorus

Low drum speaking through the gloom

Nothing else inside the room

Skin to skin and pulse to pulse

Low drum speaking through the gloom