We move slow till the weight feels light (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Red dust settles where your heels leave the ground

Woodsmoke curling to that heavy rolling sound

Single amber globe hanging off the wire

Skin takes the heat like an open fire

Two steps closer and you don't say a thing

Ribcage humming what the log drums bring

Pre-Chorus

Watch the drift, watch it rise

No need to speak when we close our eyes

Heavy air, ground so deep

What the body knows is what we keep

Chorus

Smoke signals in the low warm night

We move slow till the weight feels light

Step to the pulse, let the timber breathe

Smoke signals in the low warm night

Verse 2

Cold tin cup sweating on the concrete ledge

Shadows leaning right against the courtyard edge

Your collarbone dark in the drifting grey

Every little breath takes the words away

Shoulder brushing shoulder on the off-beat slide

Nowhere else to run, nowhere else to hide

Pre-Chorus

Watch the drift, watch it rise

No need to speak when we close our eyes

Heavy air, ground so deep

What the body knows is what we keep

Chorus

Smoke signals in the low warm night

We move slow till the weight feels light

Step to the pulse, let the timber breathe

Smoke signals in the low warm night

Bridge

No clock on the wall, just the bass in the floor

Feet know the road through an open door

Ash turns soft where the ember glows

Only the rhythm is what we know

Chorus

Smoke signals in the low warm night

We move slow till the weight feels light

Step to the pulse, let the timber breathe

Smoke signals in the low warm night