Slow rhythm taking what we came to be (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Sun cuts orange through the wire gate

Woodsmoke hanging where the people wait

Your feet press steady in the cooling red dirt

Heat still rolling off your cotton shirt

You catch my eye through the drifting haze

Nobody talking while the shaker plays

Pre-Chorus

Two steps closer now

Dust on your brown skin

You don't say a word

Just let the log drum in

Chorus

Smoke signals rising between you and me

Slow rhythm taking what we came to be

Sky going purple over warm concrete

Smoke signals rising between you and me

Verse 2

Charcoal cracking in the open drum

My chest leaning on the deep sub-hum

You tilt your chin and you drop down low

Matching the measure where the embers glow

No phone glowing, no name to clear

Only the heavy air holding us here

Pre-Chorus

Two steps closer now

Dust on your brown skin

You don't say a word

Just let the log drum in

Chorus

Smoke signals rising between you and me

Slow rhythm taking what we came to be

Sky going purple over warm concrete

Smoke signals rising between you and me

Bridge

Cinder in the wind, breath on my collar

No space left for a shout or a holler

Just palms open, hips on time

The whole yard quiet while your steps meet mine

Chorus

Smoke signals rising between you and me

Slow rhythm taking what we came to be

Sky going purple over warm concrete

Smoke signals rising between you and me