Hands on my waist, hips do the rest (버전 2)

Verse 1

Tin roof ticking as the heat lets go

Candle wax pooling slow and low

Your shoulder answers before I speak

Floorboards creaking under bare feet

Nobody's talking round the wooden crate

Just the low kick counting out the wait

Pre-Chorus

Feel the bassline climb the wall

Two bodies leaning, about to fall

No need for words when the pocket's right

Chorus

Let the log drum handle the rest

Hands on my waist, hips do the rest

Say what you mean with the sway of your chest

Let the log drum handle the rest

Verse 2

Sweat on the collarbone catching light

Dust rising thin through the amber night

You step in close where the rhythm bends

My foot replies, that's how it ends

Nobody's asking what the hour is

Just the shuffle talking, quiet business

Pre-Chorus

Feel the bassline climb the wall

Two bodies leaning, about to fall

No need for words when the pocket's right

Chorus

Let the log drum handle the rest

Hands on my waist, hips do the rest

Say what you mean with the sway of your chest

Let the log drum handle the rest

Bridge

Forget the sentence, forget the name

Skin remembers the very same

Every answer's already there

Written low in the midnight air

Turn your head, let your breath run deep

This kind of knowing don't need to speak

Chorus

Let the log drum handle the rest

Hands on my waist, hips do the rest

Say what you mean with the sway of your chest

Let the log drum handle the rest