Moving where the low drum falls (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Red bulb humming on the plaster wall

Sub-bass rumbling through the narrow hall

You catch my gaze from across the wood

Moving just the way that you knew you would

Sweat on your neck where the low lights trace

Reading every turn in this crowded space

Pre-Chorus

Shoulder drops low on the heavy four

Cool draft blowing through the open door

Lift your hands up, let the shaker roll

Nothing left to carry in the heavy soul

Chorus

Smoke signals in the room

Moving where the low drum falls

Smoke signals in the room

Shadows sliding down the walls

No words needed, just the chest and the bass

Smoke signals in the room, holding this place

Verse 2

Cold glass sweating in my open hand

Bare feet shuffling on the drifted sand

Your collar pulls back with a quiet turn

Sweet grass rising with a slow, dark burn

Step to the left and you pull me in

Bassline settling inside the skin

Pre-Chorus

Shoulder drops low on the heavy four

Cool draft blowing through the open door

Lift your hands up, let the shaker roll

Nothing left to carry in the heavy soul

Chorus

Smoke signals in the room

Moving where the low drum falls

Smoke signals in the room

Shadows sliding down the walls

No words needed, just the chest and the bass

Smoke signals in the room, holding this place

Bridge

No talk, no clock, just the floorboards deep

Secrets only moving bodies keep

You give the sign with an easy breath

Drum keeps rolling till there is nothing left

Chorus

Smoke signals in the room

Moving where the low drum falls

Smoke signals in the room

Shadows sliding down the walls

No words needed, just the chest and the bass

Smoke signals in the room, holding this place