Skin remembers the city (wersja 2)

Verse

Fingers tracing the curve of your neck bone

Dust on your collar from the floor we've been calling home

Your breath moves slow like the drums in my chest

This city knows us by touch, not our names yet

Sweat drying on your upper lip

Lagos is patient when it wants something right

We walk down streets where nothing ever sleeps

Every stranger's a rhythm waiting to seep

Pre-Chorus

Can you feel the heat turn into a hum?

Skin remembers the city, skin remembers the sun

Chorus

Skin remembers the city

Bodies keep time, never quit

Lagos is patient when it wants something right

Skin remembers the city, day and night

Verse 2

Cement and dust and your hand on my hip

Every block we cross has a story to dip

Your hair catches light like the sparks on a grate

We move with the current, never late

Braids in the rainwater running down your face

City's got its own language, body takes its place

No need for words when the heat and the rhythm agree

Every kiss on the cheek is a Lagos decree

Pre-Chorus

Can you feel the heat turn into a hum?

Skin remembers the city, skin remembers the sun

Chorus

Skin remembers the city

Bodies keep time, never quit

Lagos is patient when it wants something right

Skin remembers the city, day and night

Bridge

Not just streets, not just nights

Every corner holds your light

We don't need names, we don't need fame

Just this heat turning into a hum, same

Chorus

Skin remembers the city

Bodies keep time, never quit

Lagos is patient when it wants something right

Skin remembers the city, day and night