Piano Dust, Floor Rising (wersja 2)

Verse

Old upright leans where the speaker ends

Ivory worn where the low light bends

You brush the lid and the dust lifts high

Catching gold in the strobe's slow rise

Room fills in on the offbeat swell

Your hand finds mine on the broken key

Not quite pressed but close enough to tell

The room forgets what the silence means

Pre-Chorus

Is it the chord or the way you lean

Is it the floor or the space between

Chorus

Piano dust, floor rising

Keys half touched, no compromising

Piano dust, floor rising

Close enough to feel it climbing

Verse

Felt gone soft on the hammer's edge

Someone's laughter breaks the thread

You lift a note I didn't ask you to send

Floorboards hum where our shadows blend

Crowd folds in like a slow-tide swell

Your shoulder grazes the fall of light

Not a word but the silence tells

Every beat we don't decide

Pre-Chorus

Is it the chord or the way you lean

Is it the floor or the space between

Chorus

Piano dust, floor rising

Keys half touched, no compromising

Piano dust, floor rising

Close enough to feel it climbing

Bridge

Dust keeps falling where the light beams cross

No hand claimed, nothing lost

Just the hum of strings still gold

And a floor that won't let go

Chorus

Piano dust, floor rising

Keys half touched, no compromising

Piano dust, floor rising

Close enough to feel it climbing