Verse
Water tank humming on the ledge behind us
Concrete still warm from a hundred hours of sun
City lights blinking like a slow heartbeat below
Speaker stack breathing where the night's begun
Bare feet find the cracks where the tar remembers
Dust on my collarbone, silver turning gold
Taxi horns fading into gospel and thunder
Hands in the air where the ancestors hold
Pre-Chorus
Can you feel the dark start to loosen
Sky pulling color from the deep
Every hip that moves is a chosen
Rhythm the city won't let sleep
Chorus
Gold dust til sunrise
Skin catching fire in the sky
Gold dust til sunrise
We don't stop moving til the light
Verse
Grandmother's blanket still folded by the doorway
Smells like woodsmoke and the rain that came last week
My waist finds the count that my mother used to hum low
Bassline in my chest where the old drums speak
Rooftop garden of aerials and wires
Pigeons scatter when the horn line hits
City waking underneath our tired fires
This concrete floor is holy where it sits
Pre-Chorus
Can you feel the dark start to loosen
Sky pulling color from the deep
Every hip that moves is a chosen
Rhythm the city won't let sleep
Chorus
Gold dust til sunrise
Skin catching fire in the sky
Gold dust til sunrise
We don't stop moving til the light
Bridge
Every dancer that came before me
Left their weight inside my knees
I am the room where the old songs store me
Gold in the marrow, gold in the breeze
Chorus
Gold dust til sunrise
Skin catching fire in the sky
Gold dust til sunrise
We don't stop moving til the light
