Foot on the floor, hand on your hip (версия 2)

Verse 1

Red dust lifting off the yard.

Bare feet pressing where the ground is hard.

Sweat on your collarbone, steady and slow.

Bassline breathing way down low.

Pre-Chorus

Do you feel it catching now?

Shoulder to shoulder, we don't speak out loud.

Heat running quiet through the crowd.

Chorus

Foot on the floor, hand on your hip.

Nobody speaks, nobody trips.

Heat from your chest running through mine.

Wildfire in the night.

Wildfire in the night.

Verse 2

Four in the morning on the open lawn.

Sweater on the plastic chair, waiting on dawn.

Your pulse is a hammer against my wrist.

Nothing to say that the drum has missed.

Pre-Chorus

Do you feel it catching now?

Shoulder to shoulder, we don't speak out loud.

Heat running quiet through the crowd.

Chorus

Foot on the floor, hand on your hip.

Nobody speaks, nobody trips.

Heat from your chest running through mine.

Wildfire in the night.

Wildfire in the night.

Bridge

No match struck, no warning sound.

Just two bodies rooted in the ground.

Let the cool air touch our skin.

We know where this smoke begins.

Chorus

Foot on the floor, hand on your hip.

Nobody speaks, nobody trips.

Heat from your chest running through mine.

Wildfire in the night.

Wildfire in the night.