Dust on the Drumhead

Dust on the drumhead, breath in the room,
A low red pulse makes the silence move.

You found me where the old roads bend,
With a torn black coat and a borrowed name.
I'd been counting the hours I'd spent
Like loose change lost in the pouring rain.

You said, "Come close, don't ask me why.
Some doors only open when we stop pretending."
I saw the whole dark river turn
When your hand found mine as the day was ending.

And every step we take
Turns the ground beneath us gold.
No promise has to break
If we let the moment hold.

Stay with me while the world rolls over,
Stay with me till the fear lets go.
Your heart is a drum in my chest, my lover,
Calling me back from the undertow.
If tomorrow brings a change in weather,
If the road runs out and the lights burn low,
I'll know your face through every forever,
I'll follow wherever your wild winds blow.

The street vendors closed their wooden stands,
A trumpet cried from a balcony.
You drew a map across my palm
And left no room for the word "maybe".

There was a blue train under the bridge,
There was warm bread wrapped in paper.
You laughed like someone breaking free
And made the hard years feel much smaller.

Now every step we take
Turns the ground beneath us gold.
No promise has to break
If we let the moment hold.

Stay with me while the world rolls over,
Stay with me till the fear lets go.
Your heart is a drum in my chest, my lover,
Calling me back from the undertow.
If tomorrow brings a change in weather,
If the road runs out and the lights burn low,
I'll know your face through every forever,
I'll follow wherever your wild winds blow.

When the horns rise, let the old pain scatter.
When the drums return, let the new blood start.
We are not the sum of the things that shattered,
We are the hands that rebuilt the heart.

No map, no warning,
Just your name in the morning.
No map, no warning,
I am here, I am here.

Stay with me while the world rolls over,
Stay with me till the fear lets go.
Your heart is a drum in my chest, my lover,
Calling me back from the undertow.
If tomorrow brings a change in weather,
If the road runs out and the lights burn low,
I'll know your face through every forever,
I'll follow wherever your wild winds blow.

Dust on the drumhead, breath in the room,
You found me, and the silence moved.

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Эта песня рассказывает о человеке, который благодаря любви обретает способность оставить позади страх и тяжёлое прошлое.