Talking louder than a telephone (Version 2)

Verse

Booth light bleeding red on the floor

Bass hits low through the amber door

You don't turn, you just lift your chin

Shoulder catching where the light comes in

Dust hangs thick in the copper glow

Your collarbone keeping time real slow

Pre-Chorus

I don't ask you where the rhythm goes

I just watch it move under your clothes

Skin remembers what the words forget

Every pulse is a language yet

Chorus

Red light on your collarbone

Talking louder than a telephone

Skin knows the beat before I do

Red light on your collarbone

Red light on your collarbone

Verse

Smoke curls thin where the speaker leans

Floor still shaking from the in-between

Your hand finds mine without a sound

Feet already know the common ground

Room gone quiet but the low end stays

Written soft in a hundred ways

Pre-Chorus

I don't ask you where the rhythm goes

I just watch it move under your clothes

Skin remembers what the words forget

Every pulse is a language yet

Chorus

Red light on your collarbone

Talking louder than a telephone

Skin knows the beat before I do

Red light on your collarbone

Red light on your collarbone

Bridge

No need to raise your voice above the sound

Let the bassline settle, let it lay you down

Every shiver is a signal sent

No translation, no accident

Chorus

Red light on your collarbone

Talking louder than a telephone

Skin knows the beat before I do

Red light on your collarbone

Red light on your collarbone