📝 Lyrics
[Intro]
Needle down.
Room breathes.
If one voice leaves,
the floor still keeps the beat.
[Verse 1]
There was a room with sweat on the ceiling,
old shoes talking to a borrowed bass.
Somebody laughed like the world was healing,
somebody spun till they lost their name.
Two shadows leaned on the same bright thunder,
one on the mic and one on the wheels.
Now the night has a missing number,
but the drum still tells us what is real.
[Pre-Chorus]
Don't lower the volume.
Don't cover the door.
If the record is turning,
there are two on the floor.
[Chorus]
Two on the floor, two in the flame,
one in the silence, one in the name.
Hands in the air for the voice we knew,
when the beat comes back it still takes two.
Two on the floor, two in the spark,
one is a memory cutting the dark.
Call it joy, call it pain, call it true,
when the beat comes back it still takes two.
[Verse 2]
Cancer moved quiet through a private hallway,
family close where the bright lights end.
But out in the world there's a Friday always
where strangers become each other's friends.
Every block party, every basement speaker,
every roller rink with the mirrors scratched,
keeps one more ghost in the tweeter,
keeps one more hand on the needle catch.
[Pre-Chorus]
Don't lower the volume.
Don't cover the door.
If the record is turning,
there are two on the floor.
[Chorus]
Two on the floor, two in the flame,
one in the silence, one in the name.
Hands in the air for the voice we knew,
when the beat comes back it still takes two.
Two on the floor, two in the spark,
one is a memory cutting the dark.
Call it joy, call it pain, call it true,
when the beat comes back it still takes two.
[Bridge]
Scratch back the years, let the crowd answer.
Drop out the drums, let the shoes talk.
If grief wants a chair, let it sit by the dancer.
If death wants the door, make it wait on the block.
[Breakdown]
Say hey for the room.
Say ho for the gone.
Say hey for the record
that keeps rolling on.
[Final Chorus]
Two on the floor, two in the flame,
one in the silence, one in the name.
Hands in the air for the voice we knew,
when the beat comes back it still takes two.
Two on the floor, two in the spark,
one is a memory cutting the dark.
Call it joy, call it pain, call it true,
when the beat comes back it still takes two.
[Outro]
Needle up.
Room glows.
Nobody leaves
while the second voice echoes.