Nowhere left for the room to go (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Amber bulb swinging low from the beam

Floorboards humming underneath the steam

Your palm flat against my cotton shirt

Slow step sliding in the red clay dirt

We don't speak, we let the speaker hum

Counting the spaces till the heavy drum

Pre-Chorus

Feel it in the ribs now

Pulling in tight

Feel it in the floorboards

Holding the night

Chorus

Chest to chest when the bass goes low

Nowhere left for the room to go

Skin on skin in the amber glow

Chest to chest when the bass goes low

Verse 2

Salt on your collarbone, damp and cool

Shadows folding by the plastic stool

One hand resting on the small of your waist

Log drum dropping at a steady pace

Heels keeping count on the treated pine

Your breath falling into time with mine

Pre-Chorus

Feel it in the ribs now

Pulling in tight

Feel it in the floorboards

Holding the night

Chorus

Chest to chest when the bass goes low

Nowhere left for the room to go

Skin on skin in the amber glow

Chest to chest when the bass goes low

Bridge

The music drops, but the bodies stay

Nothing between us to give away

The wire rattles, the kick returns

Deep in the timber where the copper burns

Chorus

Chest to chest when the bass goes low

Nowhere left for the room to go

Skin on skin in the amber glow

Chest to chest when the bass goes low