Smoke signals rising slow (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Red coals glowing in the iron drum

Bass shakes the brickwork, here it comes

Sweat on your collar, cedar in the smoke

You shift your weight before a word is spoke

Two steps left on the tamped-down clay

You pull my sleeve, you look away

Pre-Chorus

Feel the shaker tap

Feel the wooden slap

Is it in your chest

Is it moving yet

Chorus

Smoke signals rising slow

Dust on our feet below

You don't need a word to say what you know

Smoke signals rising slow

Verse 2

Grey ash drifting on a copper cup

Nobody talking while the groove builds up

Shoulder to shoulder where the courtyard bends

This is where the speaking ends

Your fingers touch the open air

I take the step, I meet you there

Pre-Chorus

Feel the shaker tap

Feel the wooden slap

Is it in your chest

Is it moving yet

Chorus

Smoke signals rising slow

Dust on our feet below

You don't need a word to say what you know

Smoke signals rising slow

Bridge

Hold the breath in, let the timber breathe

Nothing to ask for, nothing to leave

Just the red glow under our shoes

Nothing to say that we could lose

Chorus

Smoke signals rising slow

Dust on our feet below

You don't need a word to say what you know

Smoke signals rising slow