Your shoulder leaning into the light (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Red dust settling on the courtyard floor

Bass drum breathing through the kitchen door

Matches striking on the rough red stone

Your hand resting right beside my own

No need to speak when the kick hits low

The ember tells you where the heat will go

Pre-Chorus

Can you trace it in the air?

Can you feel it waiting there?

Lift your chin, let it rise

Read the drift across my eyes

Chorus

Smoke signals in the low warm night

Your shoulder leaning into the light

No words between us, the rhythm is right

Smoke signals in the low warm night

Verse 2

Charcoal breathing in the iron pan

Ash blown gentle from your open hand

Sweat cooling down where the breeze cuts through

Every blue circle drifting back to you

Heels in the gravel keeping steady count

Nothing to settle, nothing to doubt

Pre-Chorus

Can you trace it in the air?

Can you feel it waiting there?

Lift your chin, let it rise

Read the drift across my eyes

Chorus

Smoke signals in the low warm night

Your shoulder leaning into the light

No words between us, the rhythm is right

Smoke signals in the low warm night

Bridge

The fire goes gray, the heat stays deep

The ground remembers what the bodies keep

One breath out, one step slow

Nowhere else we need to go

Chorus

Smoke signals in the low warm night

Your shoulder leaning into the light

No words between us, the rhythm is right

Smoke signals in the low warm night