Verse
Backs pressed close in the thick of the crowd
Bassline climbing, low and loud
Your shoulder blade finds the curve of mine
Neither of us turns, we just hold the line
Sweat on copper skin, a current running slow
Nobody's speaking, but the current knows
Speakers breathe through the space we keep
Standing still while the low end leaps
Pre-Chorus
Is it the beat or the way we lean
Do you feel it too, this current between
Chorus
Static between the shoulders, building slow
Static between the shoulders, nowhere to go
Nobody's turning, nobody's breaking place
Static between the shoulders, warm as your face
Verse
Crowd shifts tighter, the room turns thin
Your weight leans back and I lean in
Hands stay low where the dark hangs still
Current climbing like it always will
Lights cut soft through the rising haze
Your breath keeps time with the phrase that stays
We don't turn round, we don't need to see
Just this hum where your back meets me
Pre-Chorus
Is it the beat or the way we lean
Do you feel it too, this current between
Chorus
Static between the shoulders, building slow
Static between the shoulders, nowhere to go
Nobody's turning, nobody's breaking place
Static between the shoulders, warm as your face
Bridge
Turn slow, just an inch, just enough
Skin catches light where the smoke gets rough
No words for it, none we need
Just the pulse where your shoulder meets
Chorus
Static between the shoulders, building slow
Static between the shoulders, nowhere to go
Nobody's turning, nobody's breaking place
Static between the shoulders, warm as your face
