Moving together till the dark turns white (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Red cherry glowing by the brickyard wall

Bass in the iron makes the gravel fall

You take a pull and you let it rise

Blue coil drifting between your eyes

No word spoken in the open yard

Dust lifting up where our heels hit hard

Pre-Chorus

You turn your shoulder, you take your cue

Is it the drum, or is it you?

The air is heavy, the tempo wide

Nowhere left for the pulse to hide

Chorus

Smoke signals in the low warm night

Moving together till the dark turns white

Your chest to my chest, slow and tight

Smoke signals in the low warm night

Verse 2

Sweat on your collarbone catching the glow

Sub-bass rolling from the room below

You nod your head once and step in close

Body saying what the spirit knows

Hand on my wrist where the vein beats time

Your breath resting on the edge of mine

Pre-Chorus

You turn your shoulder, you take your cue

Is it the drum, or is it you?

The air is heavy, the tempo wide

Nowhere left for the pulse to hide

Chorus

Smoke signals in the low warm night

Moving together till the dark turns white

Your chest to my chest, slow and tight

Smoke signals in the low warm night

Bridge

No talk, no promises, no past

Just two bare feet on the cooling grass

The log drum speaks while the grey rings blow

We let the rest of the cold world go

Chorus

Smoke signals in the low warm night

Moving together till the dark turns white

Your chest to my chest, slow and tight

Smoke signals in the low warm night