Verse 1
Courtyard speakers wrapped in cloth and wire
Dust rising slow around the fire
Cotton hem catching the evening light
Nobody talking, just holding tight
The bassline breathes before your knee
You let the fabric answer me
Pre-Chorus
Feel it lift before you turn
Every thread has learned to burn
Space between us filled with sound
Nothing lost, nothing found
Chorus
Warm air moving against your dress
Closer now with every press
Rhythm speaks what our mouths won't say
Warm air moving against your dress
Warm air moving against your dress
Verse 2
String lights swinging on the courtyard wire
Your shoulder drifting toward the fire
Cotton clinging where the sweat runs thin
Log drum pulling the evening in
You spin once, slow, and let it fall
The hem remembers it all
Pre-Chorus
Feel it lift before you turn
Every thread has learned to burn
Space between us filled with sound
Nothing lost, nothing found
Chorus
Warm air moving against your dress
Closer now with every press
Rhythm speaks what our mouths won't say
Warm air moving against your dress
Warm air moving against your dress
Bridge
No hand has touched you yet tonight
Just the wind and the fading light
Every fold moves how you move
Nothing here we have to prove
Chorus
Warm air moving against your dress
Closer now with every press
Rhythm speaks what our mouths won't say
Warm air moving against your dress
Warm air moving against your dress