Amber cutting through the iron door (wersja 3)

Verse 1

Ice melting down inside an empty cup

Bassline still humming through the wooden rail

Six in the morning and we won't give up

Windows are shifting from a navy pale

Salt on my collar and my shoes kicked off

Warm breath and echoes in the crowded dark

Nobody cares about the world outside

Every chest beating like an open spark

Pre-Chorus

Can you see the gold begin to rise

Burning open in each other's eyes

Lift your hands and let the ceiling go

Here comes the glow

Chorus

Amber cutting through the iron door

Heat waves rolling from the speaker core

Sky is waking but we want it more

Feel it on the floor

Feel it on the floor

Verse 2

Cool air is cutting through the exit crack

Smoke machine thinning to a golden haze

T-shirt is sticking to my shoulder back

Lost in the fever of the sunrise phase

Sip of cold water, let the kick-drum roll

Pounding vibration climbing up the spine

Morning is waiting on the avenue

We keep the magic on the borderline

Pre-Chorus

Can you see the gold begin to rise

Burning open in each other's eyes

Lift your hands and let the ceiling go

Here comes the glow

Chorus

Amber cutting through the iron door

Heat waves rolling from the speaker core

Sky is waking but we want it more

Feel it on the floor

Feel it on the floor

Bridge

No sleep, just sound

Leave the shadows on the ground

Let the morning break us wide

Take the rhythm, ride the tide

Chorus

Amber cutting through the iron door

Heat waves rolling from the speaker core

Sky is waking but we want it more

Feel it on the floor

Feel it on the floor