Heels on the clay, heat on the floor (версия 2)

Verse 1

Sweat on your collar, red lamp swings low

Bass through the brick makes the tin roof glow

You touch my shoulder, not a single word

Loudest call that the body heard

Slide to the left where the tempo drops down

Bare feet scraping on the packed red ground

Pre-Chorus

Do you feel the spark in the wooden floor

Do you feel the pull at the open door

One breath in, let the shoulders drop

Once it starts, no, it cannot stop

Chorus

Heels on the clay, heat on the floor

Wildfire in the night, asking for more

Breathe with the drum, lean in the space

Wildfire in the night, moving through the place

Verse 2

Two in the morning, three circles deep

Nobody here came to look for sleep

Ribs against ribs as the shakers start

Counting the pace on a steady heart

Salt on my neck, your hand on my sleeve

No other room where we want to breathe

Pre-Chorus

Do you feel the spark in the wooden floor

Do you feel the pull at the open door

One breath in, let the shoulders drop

Once it starts, no, it cannot stop

Chorus

Heels on the clay, heat on the floor

Wildfire in the night, asking for more

Breathe with the drum, lean in the space

Wildfire in the night, moving through the place

Bridge

From the back screen door out into the tall grass

Look at how quick all the dark hours pass

No promised words, no secret to keep

Just the drum burning low while the houses sleep

Chorus

Heels on the clay, heat on the floor

Wildfire in the night, asking for more

Breathe with the drum, lean in the space

Wildfire in the night, moving through the place