Low drum speaking through the gloom (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Red lamp glowing on the corner wall

Your shoulder drops as the shakers fall

Grey haze hanging where the rafters meet

Dust kicks up beneath our shuffling feet

No sound passing through your parted lips

Just the steady swaying of your hips

Pre-Chorus

Do you feel the bassline bend?

Where you start and where I end?

Watch the grey drift overhead

Hear the things that go unsaid

Chorus

Smoke signals in the room

Low drum speaking through the gloom

No need for a single word

Every little shift is heard

Smoke signals in the room

Verse 2

Sweat like water on your collarbone

The kick drum claims what we call our own

Your fingers graze right along my sleeve

A quiet promise that we will not leave

Drifting circles in the amber space

Nothing hidden on your resting face

Pre-Chorus

Do you feel the bassline bend?

Where you start and where I end?

Watch the grey drift overhead

Hear the things that go unsaid

Chorus

Smoke signals in the room

Low drum speaking through the gloom

No need for a single word

Every little shift is heard

Smoke signals in the room

Bridge

No louder than a breath

No faster than the floor

Just the heat between our ribs

Nothing heavy anymore

Turn your palms into the sound

Keep our soles against the ground

Chorus

Smoke signals in the room

Low drum speaking through the gloom

No need for a single word

Every little shift is heard

Smoke signals in the room