Salt on My Hands (wersja 2)

Verse

Candle wax and amber glass

Your shoulder brushing past my wrist

Samba's humming under the bass

I lose you every time it dips

We circle once then we're gone

Salt on my palms where your fingers pressed

Room goes soft like it's holding its breath

Your eyes catch mine, and I forget this mess

Pre-Chorus

Tell me why it pulls so hard tonight

Is it the music or the way you shine?

Chorus

It's burning slow, salt on my hands

We move in time with the burning sand

Every step pulls me closer in

I lose myself where you begin

Verse

Hips find hips, a borrowed beat

Your palm slides down along my spine

Heat off the floor meets heat from your chest

I don't know how to leave this mine

Four counts and the room ignites

Spinning close until the light

Fades to nothing but your weight on mine

Nothing else left but this one place

Pre-Chorus

Tell me why it pulls so hard tonight

Is it the music or the way you shine?

Chorus

It's burning slow, salt on my hands

We move in time with the burning sand

Every step pulls me closer in

I lose myself where you begin

Bridge

Maybe I don't need to know your name

Maybe the floor already knows

Just the sway and the fading light

Nothing else matters tonight

Chorus

It's burning slow, salt on my hands

We move in time with the burning sand

Every step pulls me closer in

I lose myself where you begin