Your hands tell me what to hold tonight (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Red dust rising where your bare feet turn

Cinders in the drum, let the cedar burn

Shadow on your neck, amber on your skin

Waiting for the roll where the bass drops in

You don't say a word, only shift your weight

Two steps closer by the iron gate

Pre-Chorus

Watch the air bend slow

Where the embers go

Breath against my chest

Leave the talk to rest

Chorus

Smoke signals in the fading light

Your hands tell me what to hold tonight

Low drum speaking through the red clay floor

Smoke signals in the fading light

Verse 2

Sun drops heavy past the tin roof line

Your shoulder moving in the track with mine

Grey spiral drifting from the charcoal tray

Wash the long road and the heat away

Fingers trace a circle in the cooling air

Every little breath says you're staying there

Pre-Chorus

Watch the air bend slow

Where the embers go

Breath against my chest

Leave the talk to rest

Chorus

Smoke signals in the fading light

Your hands tell me what to hold tonight

Low drum speaking through the red clay floor

Smoke signals in the fading light

Bridge

No more yellow in the open sky

Only pulse and rhythm as the sparks float by

Skin knows the road that the tongue can't find

Leave every shadow of the day behind

Chorus

Smoke signals in the fading light

Your hands tell me what to hold tonight

Low drum speaking through the red clay floor

Smoke signals in the fading light