Verse
Dust rising off the harbor road
Tin roofs holding the last of the gold
Fish nets drying on the wooden rail
Radio humming a low kick trail
You sway once and the fabric turns
Slow like the evening as it burns
Pre-Chorus
Can you feel the tide pull the light away
Every heartbeat learning how to stay
No words needed, none at all
Just the rhythm answering your call
Chorus
Warm air moving against your dress
Turning slow in the tin-roof gold
Nothing spoken, nothing to guess
Just the rhythm taking hold
Warm air moving against your dress
Warm air moving against your dress
Verse
Boats come sliding onto the shore
Salt and smoke through the market door
Copper light on the woven crate
Slow drum settling, no need to wait
Your shoulder dips with the second beat
Sand still warm beneath our feet
Pre-Chorus
Can you feel the tide pull the light away
Every heartbeat learning how to stay
No words needed, none at all
Just the rhythm answering your call
Chorus
Warm air moving against your dress
Turning slow in the tin-roof gold
Nothing spoken, nothing to guess
Just the rhythm taking hold
Warm air moving against your dress
Warm air moving against your dress
Bridge
Wind drops low, the sky turns deep
Your hand stays open, soft to keep
No song playing, still we move
Body remembers, body knows the groove
Chorus
Warm air moving against your dress
Turning slow in the tin-roof gold
Nothing spoken, nothing to guess
Just the rhythm taking hold
Warm air moving against your dress
Warm air moving against your dress