Terra Cotta Bloom (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Cracked red tile underneath our feet

Split sweet fig on the courtyard seat

Tambour shaking through the midday heat

Dust on your skin from the market street

We traded copper for a pocket of plums

Moving to the pattern of the water drums

Pre-Chorus

Can we outrun the shadow of the hill

While the copper bells are humming still

Chorus

Take my hand before the sun goes down

Spinning easy on the baked red ground

Wild and young underneath this noon

Opening a terra cotta bloom

Verse 2

Citrus peel drying on the low clay wall

Shadows stretching as the sparrows call

Salt in the linen from the afternoon dive

Every single nerve in our hands alive

You drew a circle in the cooling sand

Passing the water from hand to hand

Pre-Chorus

Can we outrun the shadow of the hill

While the copper bells are humming still

Chorus

Take my hand before the sun goes down

Spinning easy on the baked red ground

Wild and young underneath this noon

Opening a terra cotta bloom

Bridge

Let the dry wind blow when the summer fades

We drank deep in the lemon shades

Nothing we were will ever come undone

Fired in the heat of a golden sun

Chorus

Take my hand before the sun goes down

Spinning easy on the baked red ground

Wild and young underneath this noon

Opening a terra cotta bloom