Lights Come Up Slow — Nomvula Sound

Verse

Smoke on the ceiling, blue in the haze

Your shoulder finds mine in the after-eight maze

Bassline is walking soft through the floor

I felt you before I saw you at the door

Copper skin catching the strobe as it dips

Half of a word forming soft on your lips

Nobody's watching, the room's turned to tide

We're two in the hundred moving one side to side

Pre-Chorus

Can you feel it building low

Underneath the undertow

Hands don't touch but heat still grows

Waiting on the lights to come up slow

Chorus

Lights come up slow

Lights come up slow

Hold on the dark, let the rhythm know

Lights come up slow

Lights come up slow

Stay in the pocket, don't let it go

Verse

Speakers are breathing, a slow four count

Your eyes cut sideways, they don't back down

Sweat on the small of my back like rain

We're speaking in static, we don't need a name

Bodies keep drifting like smoke off a wick

Every third beat and you're closer, quick

The room folds in like a hand round a flame

Same crowd, same floor, but it don't feel the same

Pre-Chorus

Can you feel it building low

Underneath the undertow

Hands don't touch but heat still grows

Waiting on the lights to come up slow

Chorus

Lights come up slow

Lights come up slow

Hold on the dark, let the rhythm know

Lights come up slow

Lights come up slow

Stay in the pocket, don't let it go

Bridge

Nobody's leaving till the sun agrees

Your hand finds mine on the offbeat, ease

No promises made, just the pulse, just the sound

Two shadows learning how to lay this down

Chorus

Lights come up slow

Lights come up slow

Hold on the dark, let the rhythm know

Lights come up slow

Lights come up slow

Stay in the pocket, don't let it go