"All lyrical credit goes to One's Own Life." Verse 1 We donโt talk much in the dark like this Just breathing in half-sentences You trace a line down my wrist Like youโre trying to remember it Thereโs a silence we both understand No need to say what this is Every pause feels like a plan Every move like a question asked Pre-Chorus You hesitate, then lean in slow Like youโre reading what you donโt yet know Chorus Your fingertips are learning a language Words never could explain Every touch, every hesitation Spelling out my name In a way that doesnโt need sound In a way that doesnโt need proof Yeah, your hands are speaking louder Than the truth Verse 2 Thereโs a rhythm in how you move Like youโre finding where I start Every inch a different truth Every second pulls me apart You hover like youโre unsure Then you donโt pull away Like youโve been here before But you've lost the words to say Pre-Chorus You breathe me in, then let it go Like youโre fluent but taking it slow Chorus Your fingertips are learning a language Words never could explain Every touch, every hesitation Spelling out my name In a way that doesnโt need sound In a way that doesnโt need proof Yeah, your hands are speaking louder Than the truth Bridge Say nothing, stay right there Let the quiet fill the air We donโt need to understand Whatโs already in your hands If this is wrong, donโt make it right Just keep translating through the night Final Chorus (The Lift) Your fingertips are learning a language I never knew I knew Every pause, every movement Pulling me into you No dictionary for this No lines to follow through Just your hands! Rewriting everything! I thought was true.
