Skin on skin, we don't need a sound (wersja 2)

Verse

Curtains gold where the sun goes down

Your palm finds mine, no other sound

Fingers trace the line across my wrist

Reading the pulse like a secret list

Room holds still, the amber light stays

Skin remembers what the whole day says

Warmth rolls slow from your hand to my chest

Counting heartbeats, we forget the rest

Floorboards creak but we don't move yet

Just this quiet, just this warm regret

Undone laces, jacket on the chair

Nothing rushed in the evening air

Pre-Chorus

Can you feel it climbing through your hand

Steady like a rhythm we don't plan

Every touch is saying something true

Skin on skin, that's me and you

Chorus

Skin on skin, we don't need a sound

Palm to palm, the pulse comes around

Warm light fading, bodies barely move

Skin on skin, that's the language we choose

Skin on skin, that's the language we choose

Verse

Candle low, the wax runs down slow

Your thumb draws circles I already know

Bassline hums from the room next door

We stay right here on the wooden floor

Breath finds breath in the fading heat

Two shadows blending, incomplete

Pre-Chorus

Can you feel it climbing through your hand

Steady like a rhythm we don't plan

Every touch is saying something true

Skin on skin, that's me and you

Chorus

Skin on skin, we don't need a sound

Palm to palm, the pulse comes around

Warm light fading, bodies barely move

Skin on skin, that's the language we choose

Skin on skin, that's the language we choose

Bridge

Not a word since the door closed soft

Just the warmth of your hand held aloft

Every line on your palm I trace

Feels like coming to a quiet place

No goodbye, no need to explain

Just this touch, saying it again

Chorus

Skin on skin, we don't need a sound

Palm to palm, the pulse comes around

Warm light fading, bodies barely move

Skin on skin, that's the language we choose

Skin on skin, that's the language we choose