Skin Like Honey and Smoke (wersja 2)

Verse

Red clay dust on my feet, copper light across the wall

Sweat dripping slow down your collarbone like water running still

The smell of jollof rising through the open door

Log drum hitting skin and something starts to pour

Fingers tracing lines where shadows fade from bright

Your voice cuts through the static in this warm and endless night

Barefoot on the concrete, hands up towards the sky

Every step I take is moving closer to your eyes

Pre-Chorus

Can you feel it rising up like steam off a pot of stew?

Something we don't need words for is crawling through

Chorus

Skin like honey and smoke in the amber light

Moving like the tide towards something real tonight

Your body speaks the language I've been trying to learn

In this heat, nobody's watching us turn

Skin like honey and smoke in the amber light

Every drop of sweat is writing a line that feels just right

Your voice cuts through the static in this warm and endless night

This is where the rhythm starts to speak back

Verse

Candlelight on your collarbone, casting shadows deep

Barefoot on the concrete moving slow and soft inside my chest

Jollof heat rising through the open door

Every step I take is pulling us across the floor

Log drum hitting skin and something starts to pour

Fingers tracing lines where shadows fade from bright

Your voice cuts through the static in this warm and endless night

In this heat, nobody's watching us turn

Pre-Chorus

Can you feel it rising up like steam off a pot of stew?

Something we don't need words for is crawling through

Chorus

Skin like honey and smoke in the amber light

Moving like the tide towards something real tonight

Your body speaks the language I've been trying to learn

In this heat, nobody's watching us turn

Skin like honey and smoke in the amber light

Every drop of sweat is writing a line that feels just right

Your voice cuts through the static in this warm and endless night

This is where the rhythm starts to speak back

Bridge

We don't need words for this one

Not yet, not now, never again

Just let it rise up off the floor like steam off a pot of stew

Let your body do the talking

I can feel it climbing slowly up my spine

Every drop of sweat is saying something real and true

Chorus

Skin like honey and smoke in the amber light

Moving like the tide towards something real tonight

Your body speaks the language I've been trying to learn

In this heat, nobody's watching us turn

Skin like honey and smoke in the amber light

Every drop of sweat is writing a line that feels just right

Your voice cuts through the static in this warm and endless night

This is where the rhythm starts to speak back