Smoke signals rising in the orange light (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Red dust settles on the paving stone

Low sun turning all the copper gold

Your shoulders rolling to the heavy drum

No words spoken where the rhythm comes

Warm air clinging to the collarbone

Two steps closer and we make a home

Pre-Chorus

Do you feel the timber breathing slow?

Do you watch the drift begin to grow?

Footsteps heavy on the cooling ground

Listen to the way the shadows sound

Chorus

Smoke signals rising in the orange light

Move with me into the falling night

Chest to chest while the log drum calls

Smoke signals rising as the shadow falls

Verse 2

Grey ash floating off the iron drum

Your palm opens and the tremors come

Bare heels tapping on the red clay floor

We do not need to ask for anything more

Hips sway easy where the embers burn

Every corner is a gentle turn

Pre-Chorus

Do you feel the timber breathing slow?

Do you watch the drift begin to grow?

Footsteps heavy on the cooling ground

Listen to the way the shadows sound

Chorus

Smoke signals rising in the orange light

Move with me into the falling night

Chest to chest while the log drum calls

Smoke signals rising as the shadow falls

Bridge

No sky above us now, just purple air

Just steady breathing and the silver flare

The bass stays grounded in the earth below

Where your step leads is the way I go

Chorus

Smoke signals rising in the orange light

Move with me into the falling night

Chest to chest while the log drum calls

Smoke signals rising as the shadow falls