Feel the cold water underneath our feet (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Wet mist clinging to the harbor pine

Salt air drifting on the boundary line

You lean your weight against the wooden beam

Sub-bass humming like an engine steam

No word spoken in the chilly air

Just your palm open on the railing there

Pre-Chorus

Low pulse moving through the bedrock stone

Drawing the marrow from the collarbone

One step closer as the night turns still

Letting the tempo do whatever it will

Chorus

Catch the fjord signal in the dark slowly

Feel the cold water underneath our feet

Nothing to answer when the drums go low

Catch the fjord signal in the dark slowly

Verse 2

Dew drops shining on your wool sleeve seam

Breath like smoke in the lantern beam

Dark hills rising where the tide cuts through

Log drum pulling at the heart of you

Hips stay loose while the edges fade

Safe in the pocket that the music made

Pre-Chorus

Low pulse moving through the bedrock stone

Drawing the marrow from the collarbone

One step closer as the night turns still

Letting the tempo do whatever it will

Chorus

Catch the fjord signal in the dark slowly

Feel the cold water underneath our feet

Nothing to answer when the drums go low

Catch the fjord signal in the dark slowly

Bridge

Fog on the glass, black depth below

Nowhere faster we need to go

Skin stays warm where the chill comes in

This is the place where the waves begin

Chorus

Catch the fjord signal in the dark slowly

Feel the cold water underneath our feet

Nothing to answer when the drums go low

Catch the fjord signal in the dark slowly