Says what the mouth can't quite express (wersja 2)

Verse

Dust settles soft on the courtyard tile

Speakers breathing out a long low smile

Cotton dress catching the evening breeze

Brushing my arm like it's asking please

You turn slow on the balls of your feet

Hem lifting up to the log drum beat

Pre-Chorus

Not a hand yet, not a hold

Just the fabric telling all it's told

Wind between us, closing in

Chorus

Warm air moving against your dress

Says what the mouth can't quite express

Sunset falling on your shoulder blade

Warm air moving where my hand's not laid

Warm air moving against your dress

Warm air moving against your dress

Verse

Streetlight buzzing where the wires bend

Shadows leaning like they might extend

Fabric swaying with the bass turned low

Half a step is all the room we know

You lift your chin and the collar shifts

Grit and perfume caught up in the drift

Pre-Chorus

Not a hand yet, not a hold

Just the fabric telling all it's told

Wind between us, closing in

Chorus

Warm air moving against your dress

Says what the mouth can't quite express

Sunset falling on your shoulder blade

Warm air moving where my hand's not laid

Warm air moving against your dress

Warm air moving against your dress

Bridge

Skin don't need to say a thing

Cloth already knows the swing

Every fold is a slow reply

Every breeze is a reason why

Come a little closer to the sound

Let the space between us fall to the ground

Chorus

Warm air moving against your dress

Says what the mouth can't quite express

Sunset falling on your shoulder blade

Warm air moving where my hand's not laid

Warm air moving against your dress

Warm air moving against your dress