Your shadow turning where I turn (версия 2)

Verse 1

Red coals glowing in the wire drum.

Your shoulder leaning into mine.

Dust rises slow around our bare heels.

You let the rhythm take its time.

No words across the table now.

Just fingers tapping on the pine.

Pre-Chorus

Air thick with cedar and the hum.

You tilt your head, you hear the drop.

The bass rolls deep inside the ground.

Nobody asks for this to stop.

Chorus

Smoke signals in the low warm night.

Your shadow turning where I turn.

Smoke signals in the low warm night.

We let the heavy log drum burn.

Step into step, no need to speak.

Smoke signals in the low warm night.

Verse 2

Sweat along your collarbone.

Ice melting slowly in the tin.

The speaker rattles by the fence post.

You pull me closer from within.

The yard goes quiet round our edges.

Only the low end on the skin.

Pre-Chorus

Air thick with cedar and the hum.

You tilt your head, you hear the drop.

The bass rolls deep inside the ground.

Nobody asks for this to stop.

Chorus

Smoke signals in the low warm night.

Your shadow turning where I turn.

Smoke signals in the low warm night.

We let the heavy log drum burn.

Step into step, no need to speak.

Smoke signals in the low warm night.

Bridge

Ground shakes beneath the rubber soles.

Haze drifts between your chest and mine.

No clock is running on the wall.

We hold the weight of every line.

Chorus

Smoke signals in the low warm night.

Your shadow turning where I turn.

Smoke signals in the low warm night.

We let the heavy log drum burn.

Step into step, no need to speak.

Smoke signals in the low warm night.