Cold Sweat, Gold Bass (wersja 2)

Verse

Concrete floor sweating out the heat

Four in the morning, low light on the street

Shuffle hats cutting through the smoke and the breath

Sub bass running down from my ribs to my feet

Every single body moving like we're all one machine

Sweat dripping slow along the curve of your spine

Can't see past the strobe but I don't need to see

Just feel that drop coming back round at me

Pre-Chorus

Floor's alive, skin on the rise

Bass keeps rising till it reaches my eyes

Can you hear it climbing up through the floor?

Let go of everything else, nothing more

Chorus

Gold light on the sweat and the bass in our blood

Locked to the groove where the night gets thick as mud

Hands up high but we're moving down

Nothing left but this one dark ground

Cold sweat, gold bass, locked tight

Moving till the whole room turns white

Verse 2

DJ Wraith spinning that tape back round again

Every face is blurred into the same thin line of steam

Skeez on the mic and the hi-hats keep time

Nobody's watching the door, nobody checking their watch at nine

Just heat off the speakers and static in the air

Your pulse on my ribcage, beating to the same four/four

Floor gives way every time that sub drops once more

Pre-Chorus

Floor's alive, skin on the rise

Bass keeps rising till it reaches my eyes

Can you hear it climbing up through the floor?

Let go of everything else, nothing more

Chorus

Gold light on the sweat and the bass in our blood

Locked to the groove where the night gets thick as mud

Hands up high but we're moving down

Nothing left but this one dark ground

Cold sweat, gold bass, locked tight

Moving till the whole room turns white

Bridge

Nobody's name here, nobody's face

Just heat and light and the weight of the place

Not you, not me, just this four-four time

Let it take over, let it erase

Chorus

Gold light on the sweat and the bass in our blood

Locked to the groove where the night gets thick as mud

Hands up high but we're moving down

Nothing left but this one dark ground

Cold sweat, gold bass, locked tight

Moving till the whole room turns white