Slow Current, Warm Room (версия 2)

Verse

Steam on the window, the ceiling fan turns slow

Copper light pooling where the amber drinks glow

Your shirt sticks soft to the curve of your spine

The room holds heat like it's holding a tide

Pre-Chorus

Is it the warmth or the way we drift

Is it the current or the slow, slow shift

Chorus

Slow current, warm room

Pulling me closer, closer to you

Slow current, warm room

Nothing to hold but the heat coming through

Verse

Condensation beads down a glass on the ledge

Your fingers trace patterns along the edge

The crowd sways like water finding its bed

Your shoulder drifts near, then floats instead

Pre-Chorus

Is it the warmth or the way we drift

Is it the current or the slow, slow shift

Chorus

Slow current, warm room

Pulling me closer, closer to you

Slow current, warm room

Nothing to hold but the heat coming through

Bridge

Nobody's reaching, nobody's led

Just the tide underneath what's unsaid

Hands stay open, palms stay bare

Still I can feel you moving the air

Chorus

Slow current, warm room

Pulling me closer, closer to you

Slow current, warm room

Nothing to hold but the heat coming through