Slow drum holding where we start (версия 2)

Verse 1

Charcoal burning slow behind the gate

Ash on the stone where the circles wait

Your elbow brushing close against my side

Deep in the pocket where the shadows hide

Gravel underfoot, steady and slow

Body knows the way that the fingers know

Pre-Chorus

Feel the weight fall

Feel the low hum

No need to speak

Wait for it to come

Chorus

Smoke signals rising in the dark

Slow drum holding where we start

Bassline moving through the floor

Smoke signals rising in the dark

Verse 2

Damp cotton clinging to your shoulder blade

Step to the left where the lanterns fade

Soles of your shoes wearing down the lime

Nobody rushing to outrun the time

Two hands open on the steady drum

Waiting for the early chill to come

Pre-Chorus

Feel the weight fall

Feel the low hum

No need to speak

Wait for it to come

Chorus

Smoke signals rising in the dark

Slow drum holding where we start

Bassline moving through the floor

Smoke signals rising in the dark

Bridge

Iron gate rattling in the wind

Forget the corner where the street begins

Nothing between the rhythm and the skin

Only the circle that we're standing in

Chorus

Smoke signals rising in the dark

Slow drum holding where we start

Bassline moving through the floor

Smoke signals rising in the dark