Deep in the chest, let the hours slip (versión 2)

Verse 1

Red bulb humming on the peeling wall

Cool concrete waiting for the shoes to fall

Bass down heavy like a second breath

You shift two inches to the left

Damp cotton sticking to your collarbone

Nobody moving on their own

Pre-Chorus

Can you feel the timber bend

Where the rhythm starts again

Nothing left for us to say

Let the log drum lead the way

Chorus

Foot on the floor, hand on your hip

Deep in the chest, let the hours slip

Skin against skin where the shirt rides high

We don't need a word beneath the open sky

Foot on the floor, hand on your hip

Verse 2

Chalk dust rising from the timber seam

Subwoofer rolling like a waking dream

Your heel turns easy on the rough gray stone

Ribs keeping tempo with the undertone

Water dripping slow down the bottle neck

Two shadows locked on a crowded deck

Pre-Chorus

Can you feel the timber bend

Where the rhythm starts again

Nothing left for us to say

Let the log drum lead the way

Chorus

Foot on the floor, hand on your hip

Deep in the chest, let the hours slip

Skin against skin where the shirt rides high

We don't need a word beneath the open sky

Foot on the floor, hand on your hip

Bridge

Close your eyes, let the room go black

Weight on your chest, no looking back

Warm breath catching in the heavy heat

Nothing between us and the beat

Chorus

Foot on the floor, hand on your hip

Deep in the chest, let the hours slip

Skin against skin where the shirt rides high

We don't need a word beneath the open sky

Foot on the floor, hand on your hip