Verse
Steam on the window, the ceiling fan turns slow
Copper light pooling where the amber drinks glow
Your shirt sticks soft to the curve of your spine
The room holds heat like it's holding a tide
Pre-Chorus
Is it the warmth or the way we drift
Is it the current or the slow, slow shift
Chorus
Slow current, warm room
Pulling me closer, closer to you
Slow current, warm room
Nothing to hold but the heat coming through
Verse
Condensation beads down a glass on the ledge
Your fingers trace patterns along the edge
The crowd sways like water finding its bed
Your shoulder drifts near, then floats instead
Pre-Chorus
Is it the warmth or the way we drift
Is it the current or the slow, slow shift
Chorus
Slow current, warm room
Pulling me closer, closer to you
Slow current, warm room
Nothing to hold but the heat coming through
Bridge
Nobody's reaching, nobody's led
Just the tide underneath what's unsaid
Hands stay open, palms stay bare
Still I can feel you moving the air
Chorus
Slow current, warm room
Pulling me closer, closer to you
Slow current, warm room
Nothing to hold but the heat coming through