Cold water breathing on the floor (версия 2)

Verse 1

Sunset hangs orange on the stone.

Salt in the air where the speakers groan.

Bare feet flat where the timbers hum.

Nothing to say when the basslines come.

Pre-Chorus

Mist on the skin, cold on the deep.

One rhythm left for the dark to keep.

Hear it coming up from the tide.

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

Chorus

Cold water breathing on the floor.

Low frequency knocking at the door.

Catch the fjord signal rolling slow.

Weight in the chest, let the daylight go.

Catch the fjord signal rolling slow.

Verse 2

Lanterns swing low in the pines outside.

Cool air moving where the embers died.

Your fingers tap on the sweating glass.

Watching the smoke and the twilight pass.

Pre-Chorus

Mist on the skin, cold on the deep.

One rhythm left for the dark to keep.

Hear it coming up from the tide.

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

Chorus

Cold water breathing on the floor.

Low frequency knocking at the door.

Catch the fjord signal rolling slow.

Weight in the chest, let the daylight go.

Catch the fjord signal rolling slow.

Bridge

Water on the stone, wire in the sand.

Whole world steady in the palm of a hand.

Hold the low end, keep the line.

Your pulse locked right into mine.

Chorus

Cold water breathing on the floor.

Low frequency knocking at the door.

Catch the fjord signal rolling slow.

Weight in the chest, let the daylight go.

Catch the fjord signal rolling slow.