Verse
Smoke on the ceiling, blue in the haze
Your shoulder finds mine in the after-eight maze
Bassline is walking soft through the floor
I felt you before I saw you at the door
Copper skin catching the strobe as it dips
Half of a word forming soft on your lips
Nobody's watching, the room's turned to tide
We're two in the hundred moving one side to side
Pre-Chorus
Can you feel it building low
Underneath the undertow
Hands don't touch but heat still grows
Waiting on the lights to come up slow
Chorus
Lights come up slow
Lights come up slow
Hold on the dark, let the rhythm know
Lights come up slow
Lights come up slow
Stay in the pocket, don't let it go
Verse
Speakers are breathing, a slow four count
Your eyes cut sideways, they don't back down
Sweat on the small of my back like rain
We're speaking in static, we don't need a name
Bodies keep drifting like smoke off a wick
Every third beat and you're closer, quick
The room folds in like a hand round a flame
Same crowd, same floor, but it don't feel the same
Pre-Chorus
Can you feel it building low
Underneath the undertow
Hands don't touch but heat still grows
Waiting on the lights to come up slow
Chorus
Lights come up slow
Lights come up slow
Hold on the dark, let the rhythm know
Lights come up slow
Lights come up slow
Stay in the pocket, don't let it go
Bridge
Nobody's leaving till the sun agrees
Your hand finds mine on the offbeat, ease
No promises made, just the pulse, just the sound
Two shadows learning how to lay this down
Chorus
Lights come up slow
Lights come up slow
Hold on the dark, let the rhythm know
Lights come up slow
Lights come up slow
Stay in the pocket, don't let it go
