Gold Dust Til Sunrise (wersja 2)

Verse

Water tank humming on the ledge behind us

Concrete still warm from a hundred hours of sun

City lights blinking like a slow heartbeat below

Speaker stack breathing where the night's begun

Bare feet find the cracks where the tar remembers

Dust on my collarbone, silver turning gold

Taxi horns fading into gospel and thunder

Hands in the air where the ancestors hold

Pre-Chorus

Can you feel the dark start to loosen

Sky pulling color from the deep

Every hip that moves is a chosen

Rhythm the city won't let sleep

Chorus

Gold dust til sunrise

Skin catching fire in the sky

Gold dust til sunrise

We don't stop moving til the light

Verse

Grandmother's blanket still folded by the doorway

Smells like woodsmoke and the rain that came last week

My waist finds the count that my mother used to hum low

Bassline in my chest where the old drums speak

Rooftop garden of aerials and wires

Pigeons scatter when the horn line hits

City waking underneath our tired fires

This concrete floor is holy where it sits

Pre-Chorus

Can you feel the dark start to loosen

Sky pulling color from the deep

Every hip that moves is a chosen

Rhythm the city won't let sleep

Chorus

Gold dust til sunrise

Skin catching fire in the sky

Gold dust til sunrise

We don't stop moving til the light

Bridge

Every dancer that came before me

Left their weight inside my knees

I am the room where the old songs store me

Gold in the marrow, gold in the breeze

Chorus

Gold dust til sunrise

Skin catching fire in the sky

Gold dust til sunrise

We don't stop moving til the light