Smoke Signals
listen to the silence
Midnight on my skin,
the room moves slow
Hands find the air where the low drums go
I lean to the space between heart and heat
You turn, I breathe,
and the dark feels sweet (ooh)
follow the drum (ahh)
Follow the drum, let it carry you home
Truth moves slowly, let the night unfold
Listen to the silence under my tone
We move as one when the lights burn low (doo ba) (ooh)
(doo
ba) (ahh)
follow the drum
Under the ceiling, the smoke draws lines
Your eyes hold time in the edge of mine
No need to rush what the body knows
The floor keeps telling us where to go
listen to the silence
truth moves slowly
(ooh) listen to the silence
truth moves slowly
follow the drum (ahh)
Follow the drum, let it carry you home
Truth moves slowly, let the night unfold
Listen to the silence under my tone
We move as one when the lights burn low
(doo ba) (ooh)
follow the drum
listen to the silence
follow the drum
truth moves slowly
(doo ba) (ooh)