Chest to Chest with the Bass（版本 2）

Verse

Bass drops low where the collar meets the spine

Your ribs press mine through the black denim sleeve

Six hundred chests locked to one low frequency

Nobody's smiling but nobody leaves

Hands stay up like we're holding something in

Subwoofer shaking loose what the morning won't win

Floor is moving under skin before it hits the floor

Pre-Chorus

Your breath on my neck, bassline climbs through the spine

Every rib cage ringing with the same low line

The walls forget how to hold a silence that deep

We're just chest to chest while the kick drum keeps us asleep

Chorus

Chest to chest with the bass in between us now

Skin don't know it's morning, the subwoofer won't let go of this town

Hands up high where the low end lives

We stay locked in till the sun finds us still alive

Verse

Smoke machine coughs one last gasp before the white light pours through the doors

Your pulse is mine now, we're a single heartbeat, four on the floor

The DJ's gone home but the speaker keeps its heat

Six hundred bodies keep the same slow breath

Nobody touches anyone but nobody lets go either

The bassline remembers how to find us when it sees our chest moving together

Pre-Chorus

Your breath on my neck, bassline climbs through the spine

Every rib cage ringing with the same low line

The walls forget how to hold a silence that deep

We're just chest to chest while the kick drum keeps us asleep

Chorus

Chest to chest with the bass in between us now

Skin don't know it's morning, the subwoofer won't let go of this town

Hands up high where the low end lives

We stay locked in till the sun finds us still alive

Bridge

Lights come up and the bassline dies not once but twice

Once when the black turns to gray and the smoke machine quits its fire

Once again right on the second before the white light finds your eyes

But I can feel it humming underneath my ribs, holding tight

It waits till daylight's warm enough to turn back into gold

Chorus

Chest to chest with the bass in between us now

Skin don't know it's morning, the subwoofer won't let go of this town

Hands up high where the low end lives

We stay locked in till the sun finds us still alive