Skin Turns to Prayer (wersja 2)

Verse

Dust climbs gold where the beam falls down

Floor still warm from a thousand feet

Spine unlocks like a door swung wide

Bass finds the hinge beneath my ribs

Knees keep folding, asking nothing

Palms turn upward, catching light

Every breath is a small surrender

Body learning to lose its weight

Pre-Chorus

Something lifts through the dark and dust

Chest breaks open, breath like smoke

Hands go loose and the floor holds trust

Nothing left but the bend, the slow

Chorus

Skin turns to prayer, skin turns to prayer

Palms to the light, we open right here

Skin turns to prayer, skin turns to prayer

Nothing but now, nothing but here

Verse

Candle smoke curls slow through the crowd

Shoulders rise like wings half open

Strangers sway with their eyes closed

Same low hum moving through the floor

Knees keep bending, asking nothing

Silence stitched inside the rhythm

Bodies gather like a room of light

Nobody leading, everybody kept

Pre-Chorus

Something lifts through the dark and dust

Chest breaks open, breath like smoke

Hands go loose and the floor holds trust

Nothing left but the bend, the slow

Chorus

Skin turns to prayer, skin turns to prayer

Palms to the light, we open right here

Skin turns to prayer, skin turns to prayer

Nothing but now, nothing but here

Bridge

No temple built, no vow to speak

Just hands undone, just knees gone weak

The floor becomes the only ground

Where every prayer needs no sound

No altar but the space we hold

Just heat and hush and letting go

Chorus

Skin turns to prayer, skin turns to prayer

Palms to the light, we open right here

Skin turns to prayer, skin turns to prayer

Nothing but now, nothing but here