Palms Up To The Rhythm (wersja 2)

Verse

Dust and heat rise off the floor

Your palm finds air two feet from more

The drum locks in, the room leans in

We move like we've done this before

Pre-Chorus

Is it the beat or the space we're keeping

Is it your hands that keep almost meeting

Chorus

Palms up to the rhythm, palms up to the rhythm

Nobody's watching, we let it lift us

Palms up to the rhythm, palms up to the rhythm

Hands don't touch but the pulse still gives us

Verse

Sweat on your collar catches the strobe

Your hips find mine without a word or code

The bassline climbs, the crowd breathes slow

We trade the heat but we let it go

Pre-Chorus

Is it the beat or the space we're keeping

Is it your hands that keep almost meeting

Chorus

Palms up to the rhythm, palms up to the rhythm

Nobody's watching, we let it lift us

Palms up to the rhythm, palms up to the rhythm

Hands don't touch but the pulse still gives us

Bridge

No names, no hands, just the count of four

Your eyes on mine, then the crowd, then the floor

The sun cracks gold through the warehouse haze

We're still not touching, still we stay

Chorus

Palms up to the rhythm, palms up to the rhythm

Nobody's watching, we let it lift us

Palms up to the rhythm, palms up to the rhythm

Hands don't touch but the pulse still gives us