Verse 1
Chalk dust settled on the timber floor
Low hum knocking by the open door
Bare feet turning on a quiet beat
Cool air rising from the paving street
You lean closer where the speaker leans
Nothing spoken of the things it means
Pre-Chorus
Is it the night or the heat in the room?
Pulse in the throat where the sub notes bloom
Watch how the quiet lets the circle spin
Watch where the rhythm pulls you in
Chorus
Smoke signals rising slowly
Chest to chest in the indigo blue
Smoke signals rising slowly
Every breath finding its way to you
Verse 2
Three drops sweating on a copper cup
Grey haze floating as the room fills up
Your wrist rocking to the log drum roll
Warm skin moving out of your control
Shadows thinning where the incense clears
No sound living but the one right here
Pre-Chorus
Is it the night or the heat in the room?
Pulse in the throat where the sub notes bloom
Watch how the quiet lets the circle spin
Watch where the rhythm pulls you in
Chorus
Smoke signals rising slowly
Chest to chest in the indigo blue
Smoke signals rising slowly
Every breath finding its way to you
Bridge
No space left between your step and mine
Just the low chord pulling out the line
Don't ask the morning where the dark has gone
The floor stays steady while the smoke drifts on
Chorus
Smoke signals rising slowly
Chest to chest in the indigo blue
Smoke signals rising slowly
Every breath finding its way to you