Nothing to speak, nothing to confess (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Moth circling slow by the yellow bulb

Bass drum knocking at the rib and hull

Bare soles pressing on the red brick tile

No words passing for a quiet mile

Your left shoulder dropping on the two

Scent of dry grass following you

Pre-Chorus

Log drum heavy in the open yard

Holding each breath as the air leans hard

Do you feel the turn, do you feel the sway?

Everything else falling right away

Chorus

Warm air moving against your dress

Nothing to speak, nothing to confess

Heel to toe as the log drum leans

Warm air moving against your dress

Only the rhythm in between

Verse 2

Zinc roof clicking as the night cools down

Far hum fading from the sleeping town

Hemline brushing on your dusty calf

Dark eyes catching what the candles have

Two steps sideways where the doorway bends

Trusting the groove where the speaking ends

Pre-Chorus

Log drum heavy in the open yard

Holding each breath as the air leans hard

Do you feel the turn, do you feel the sway?

Everything else falling right away

Chorus

Warm air moving against your dress

Nothing to speak, nothing to confess

Heel to toe as the log drum leans

Warm air moving against your dress

Only the rhythm in between

Bridge

Low frequency ringing in the bone

Neither of us standing alone

Morning will come when the music is done

Keep moving slow with the night as one

Chorus

Warm air moving against your dress

Nothing to speak, nothing to confess

Heel to toe as the log drum leans

Warm air moving against your dress

Only the rhythm in between