Sanctum of Sweat (wersja 2)

Verse

Drop of salt runs down my collarbone

Falls to floor where a thousand landed

Every body here is giving water

Nothing held, nothing branded

Shoulder brushes shoulder in the dark

Heat we make is passed like fire

Strangers trading what the night demands

Same current, same wire

Pre-Chorus

Feel it gather at my temple

Feel it drop into the crowd

Every drop somebody's offering

Rising as a cloud

Chorus

Sweat is the water of the sanctum

Sweat is the oath we never speak

We are anointed by the hundred

Rising off the heat

Verse

Palms slide wet against the air

Backs arch low then climb again

Nobody owns the drop they're shedding

It belongs to everyone

Floor turns slick beneath our feet

Mirror catching all the light

We move as one wet skin tonight

No edges, only tide

Pre-Chorus

Feel it gather at my temple

Feel it drop into the crowd

Every drop somebody's offering

Rising as a cloud

Chorus

Sweat is the water of the sanctum

Sweat is the oath we never speak

We are anointed by the hundred

Rising off the heat

Bridge

Whose sweat is this on my shoulder now

Whose breath is this inside my chest

No name left to claim the water

Just the heat we blessed

Chorus

Sweat is the water of the sanctum

Sweat is the oath we never speak

We are anointed by the hundred

Rising off the heat