I can feel the fire when you pull me close
A quiet kind of fever that nobody knows
The world fades out and the shadows fall
But your hands on me, they replace it all
The midnight breeze is blowing through the open door
We've walked this painted hardwood floor a million times before
You trace a line across my skin and pull me in the dark
A single touch is all it takes to light a sudden spark
Every single breath you take is lighting up the sky
I see the steady burning in the corner of your eye
We are falling deeper as the shadows start to blend
I want this slow devotion and I never want it to end
Oh, your hands on me, they feel like coming home
A quiet kind of shelter where I never walk alone
There is nothing but the rhythm of the promises we keep
When your hands are on me, pulling me so deep
Pulling me so deep
Your hands on me, I never want to sleep
The embers in the fireplace are fading to a glow
We let the busy hours melt, we take the moments slow
You whisper softly, leaning down to meet me face to face
And suddenly we're lost inside this quiet, holy space
Every single breath you take is lighting up the sky
I see the steady burning in the corner of your eye
We are falling deeper as the shadows start to blend
I want this slow devotion and I never want it to end
Oh, your hands on me, they feel like coming home
A quiet kind of shelter where I never walk alone
There is nothing but the rhythm of the promises we keep
When your hands are on me, pulling me so deep
Pulling me so deep
Your hands on me, I never want to sleep
We let the silence settle in the middle of the room
Wrapped inside the sweetness of a late November bloom
I pull you closer now and read the writing on the wall
I promise you, Sayed will never ever let you fall
We leave the heavy world behind and let the shadows play
I only want to hold you as the night becomes the day
I lose my sense of time whenever you are near
Everything I ever wanted is already right here
Oh, your hands on me, they feel like coming home
A quiet kind of shelter where I never walk alone
There is nothing but the rhythm of the promises we keep
When your hands are on me, pulling me so deep
Subproject commit c93110699e13bfd62de504ff853d8e1cf489d495
A quiet kind of fever that nobody knows
The world fades out and the shadows fall
But your hands on me, they replace it all
The midnight breeze is blowing through the open door
We've walked this painted hardwood floor a million times before
You trace a line across my skin and pull me in the dark
A single touch is all it takes to light a sudden spark
Every single breath you take is lighting up the sky
I see the steady burning in the corner of your eye
We are falling deeper as the shadows start to blend
I want this slow devotion and I never want it to end
Oh, your hands on me, they feel like coming home
A quiet kind of shelter where I never walk alone
There is nothing but the rhythm of the promises we keep
When your hands are on me, pulling me so deep
Pulling me so deep
Your hands on me, I never want to sleep
The embers in the fireplace are fading to a glow
We let the busy hours melt, we take the moments slow
You whisper softly, leaning down to meet me face to face
And suddenly we're lost inside this quiet, holy space
Every single breath you take is lighting up the sky
I see the steady burning in the corner of your eye
We are falling deeper as the shadows start to blend
I want this slow devotion and I never want it to end
Oh, your hands on me, they feel like coming home
A quiet kind of shelter where I never walk alone
There is nothing but the rhythm of the promises we keep
When your hands are on me, pulling me so deep
Pulling me so deep
Your hands on me, I never want to sleep
We let the silence settle in the middle of the room
Wrapped inside the sweetness of a late November bloom
I pull you closer now and read the writing on the wall
I promise you, Sayed will never ever let you fall
We leave the heavy world behind and let the shadows play
I only want to hold you as the night becomes the day
I lose my sense of time whenever you are near
Everything I ever wanted is already right here
Oh, your hands on me, they feel like coming home
A quiet kind of shelter where I never walk alone
There is nothing but the rhythm of the promises we keep
When your hands are on me, pulling me so deep
Subproject commit c93110699e13bfd62de504ff853d8e1cf489d495