all things break - Silk Currents
Текст песни
And the room goes dark.
Floorboards pulse beneath our feet; we move without a single word to speak.
The scents know every secret we hide; they wrap us tight in the electric tide.
Slowly falling,
Let the frequency take hold; pulses matching,
Heat turning cold to gold.
Hands sketch maps across my spine; we start where the clocks forget the time.
Silk currents drawing me under your skin,
Floorboards pulse beneath our feet; we move without a single word to speak.
The scents know every secret we hide; they wrap us tight in the electric tide.
Slowly falling,
Let the frequency take hold; pulses matching,
Heat turning cold to gold.
Hands sketch maps across my spine; we start where the clocks forget the time.
Silk currents drawing me under your skin,