Orange light resting on shoulder and knee (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Red dust drifting off the edge of the stone

Sun going down on a yard of our own

Two feet shifting to the low log drum

Waiting for the quiet and the dark to come

Ember glow rising from a cut oil tin

Cool air settling on warm dark skin

Pre-Chorus

Chest to the bass, no need to speak

Warm wind turning against your cheek

Lift your chin slow, let the shaker roll

Step into the space that you hold

Chorus

Smoke signals rising between you and me

Feet on the ground where the rhythm runs free

Orange light resting on shoulder and knee

Smoke signals rising between you and me

Verse 2

Iron gate rattle as the beat drops low

Shadows stretch out where the dancers go

Cinder spark floating in the braid of your hair

You match my step on the open square

Heels hit the dirt right on the one

We know the movement before it has begun

Pre-Chorus

Chest to the bass, no need to speak

Warm wind turning against your cheek

Lift your chin slow, let the shaker roll

Step into the space that you hold

Chorus

Smoke signals rising between you and me

Feet on the ground where the rhythm runs free

Orange light resting on shoulder and knee

Smoke signals rising between you and me

Bridge

Sky turning violet, fire burned low

Nowhere in this yard that we have to go

Breath on the pulse, two hands in the air

Leave all the heavy things there

Chorus

Smoke signals rising between you and me

Feet on the ground where the rhythm runs free

Orange light resting on shoulder and knee

Smoke signals rising between you and me