We sway slow in the firelit horizon (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Red dust rising off the heel of your shoe

Sky turning copper as the long shadows move

Low hum humming in the frame of the wood

Nobody speaking where the rhythm is good

Pre-Chorus

Lean your weight on the count of four

Leave the day on this open floor

Feel the cooling in the red dirt air

Take my shoulder, we almost there

Chorus

We sway slow in the firelit horizon

Deep drum rolls and the cool wind rising

Two steps left and the world goes quiet

We sway slow in the firelit horizon

Verse 2

Salt on the collar and a palm on your side

Orange fades heavy to a dark rolling tide

Bass shaking gentle where our bare arches press

Nothing to whisper and nothing to guess

Pre-Chorus

Lean your weight on the count of four

Leave the day on this open floor

Feel the cooling in the red dirt air

Take my shoulder, we almost there

Chorus

We sway slow in the firelit horizon

Deep drum rolls and the cool wind rising

Two steps left and the world goes quiet

We sway slow in the firelit horizon

Bridge

Ground stays warm when the sun goes down

Only our breathing across this ground

No rush running through the bones tonight

Carried all the way by the fading light

Chorus

We sway slow in the firelit horizon

Deep drum rolls and the cool wind rising

Two steps left and the world goes quiet

We sway slow in the firelit horizon