Barefoot on Broken Glass (wersja 2)

Verse

Fjord water turning into silver glass

Your hands find mine through the smoke machine's haze

Two hundred strangers moving like they knew your name

You pull me close where the bassline screams my name

Ritual drums kick against the stone floor tile

Ice in a cup melting down to the same level line

I lost you once in a crowd of ten thousand faces

Now I've found you again, right here, right now, no need for excuses

Pre-Chorus

We were dust before you pulled me out of smoke

Every single heartbeat matching your own pace

The room disappears and it's just skin on the collarbone

Tell me this is more than just a fleeting glance

Chorus

Barefoot on broken glass we made our ground

Nothing can pull us down, not tonight, no sound

Hold my hand through the static of a thousand lights

Barefoot on broken glass, it's ours, it's mine

Verse 2

Your knuckles graze my jawline like it was written in a verse

Every single person here is a stranger but you're my verse

Neon drips down your collarbone like oil and candle wax

I don't need to know your name to understand where this goes

The bass drops low and the floor starts shaking

Your thumb finds my pulse line through the sleeve of this jacket

You pull me in closer, nothing else to prove or speak

Every single beat that drops is a guarantee we keep

Pre-Chorus

We were dust before you pulled me out of smoke

Every single heartbeat matching your own pace

The room disappears and it's just skin on the collarbone

Tell me this is more than just a fleeting glance

Chorus

Barefoot on broken glass we made our ground

Nothing can pull us down, not tonight, no sound

Hold my hand through the static of a thousand lights

Barefoot on broken glass, it's ours, it's mine

Bridge

I don't need tomorrow, I just need you right here now

This is all the proof I need to make this real somehow

No names, no numbers, just your heartbeat and mine entwined like wire

You look me straight in the eyes and say that you're mine tonight

Chorus

Barefoot on broken glass we made our ground

Nothing can pull us down, not tonight, no sound

Hold my hand through the static of a thousand lights

Barefoot on broken glass, it's ours, it's mine