Two bodies moving where the embers bite 2

Verse 1

Orange sky settling over the tin

Dry grass sweet where the cool comes in

Bare heels tapping on the red clay floor

Log drum knocking at the open door

You catch my eye through the rising haze

No need to speak on these quiet days

Pre-Chorus

Can you feel the drift

Can you feel the turn

Waiting for the spark

Letting slow wood burn

Chorus

Smoke signals in the low warm night

Two bodies moving where the embers bite

Step to the left, let the shoulder slide

Smoke signals in the low warm night

Verse 2

Charcoal glowing in an iron ring

Heavy bass humming through everything

Your fingers brush on my dusty sleeve

Too much rhythm here to ever leave

Shadows lengthen till they touch and stay

We let the daylight wash away

Pre-Chorus

Can you feel the drift

Can you feel the turn

Waiting for the spark

Letting slow wood burn

Chorus

Smoke signals in the low warm night

Two bodies moving where the embers bite

Step to the left, let the shoulder slide

Smoke signals in the low warm night

Bridge

No words moving through the dark out here

Only the pulse of the atmosphere

Skin like honey in the dying red

We follow where the drum has led

Chorus

Smoke signals in the low warm night

Two bodies moving where the embers bite

Step to the left, let the shoulder slide

Smoke signals in the low warm night