Invisible Fingers (Version 2)

Intro

Mm

Ten feet of tile and I can already feel you

Mm

Verse

Bar's half empty, clock above the door

You're leaned against the wall like you own the floor

Ice in your glass making all that noise

I'm reading your shoulders, reading your poise

Don't need your hands yet, don't need you near

Distance keeps talking and the message is clear

Your eyes on my collarbone, slow like a bruise

Every glance you throw, I know what to lose

Ten feet of tile between your boots and mine

Feels like your palm already tracing the line

Down my back, down where my sweater falls

You're already inside these invisible walls

Bartender's pouring but I can't taste a thing

Static on my skin like a phantom ring

You haven't moved once, haven't said a word

But I've been touched already, that's the truth I heard

Chorus

You're tracing me with invisible fingers

Never touched me but the feeling lingers

Ten feet away and my skin remembers

Never crossed the room, never crossed the line

But I feel your hands running down my spine

Invisible fingers, invisible fingers

Verse

Now you're closer, three feet, maybe two

Cedar and smoke mixing into the room's perfume

Your jacket's open, collar loose at the throat

I'm still catching signals, still taking note

You reach the bar but you don't reach for me

Just close enough that our shadows agree

Glass meets glass, no cheers, no sound

Just the weight of almost pulling me down

Your knuckle grazes the counter, not my wrist

But I swear I felt it, swear I've been kissed

This is the language before language starts

Reading a room like you're reading my parts

Floor's getting warmer, walls closing in

Every unspoken word written on skin

You still haven't touched me, still haven't tried

But invisible fingers already got inside

Chorus

You're tracing me with invisible fingers

Never touched me but the feeling lingers

Ten feet away and my skin remembers

Never crossed the room, never crossed the line

But I feel your hands running down my spine

Invisible fingers, invisible fingers

Bridge

Maybe I like it slow like this

Safer in the almost, safer in the miss

Real hands carry weight I'm scared to hold

But your ghost already broke through my cold

So come find me, cross the floor tonight

Trade the phantom for the real thing, alright

Outro

Cross the room

Let the ghost turn real

Cross the room

Come make it real