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
