Verse
Palm meets shoulder, static hum
Kick drum lands where my pulse begins
Every pore is a small mouth open
Breathing bass through my own skin
Heat moves slow like oil on water
Collarbone catching the amber glow
Skin stretched tight like a drum's own membrane
Holding the rhythm it won't let go
Pre-Chorus
Something under the surface answers
Before my mind can call it name
Cells align like they've done this always
Body already knows the frame
Chorus
Skin remembers the beat
Skin remembers the beat
Long after the sound has left the room
Skin remembers the beat
Verse
Sweat beads travel like a slow river
Down the spine to the waist and back
Neck tilts soft to a rhythm older
Than the needle dropped on the track
Fingertips read the air like braille now
Every hair on my arm stands tall
Skin keeps score where the mind loses count
Answers the drum before the call
Pre-Chorus
Something under the surface answers
Before my mind can call it name
Cells align like they've done this always
Body already knows the frame
Chorus
Skin remembers the beat
Skin remembers the beat
Long after the sound has left the room
Skin remembers the beat
Bridge
Turn off the light, the pulse stays lit
Under my skin, under my skin
Floor could vanish, still I'd feel it
Written in where the drum has been
Chorus
Skin remembers the beat
Skin remembers the beat
Long after the sound has left the room
Skin remembers the beat
