Drop your heels low, give it the rest (versie 2)

Verse 1

Amber light resting across the brick wall

Bare feet shifting as the shadows grow tall

You drop your shoulder, I follow the slide

Dust on the gravel, nowhere to hide

Warm wind moving the speaker cloth clean

Nothing to say that has not been seen

Pre-Chorus

Feel the wood pull

Feel the clay yield

One heavy breath

Open the field

Chorus

Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest

Drop your heels low, give it the rest

Warm air sliding over the ground

Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest

Verse 2

Sweat on your temple, catching the red

Leaving behind what was never said

Tin roof humming above the small yard

Nobody speaking, nobody hard

Ribs take the rattle, ribs take the tone

Log drum calling straight to the bone

Pre-Chorus

Feel the wood pull

Feel the clay yield

One heavy breath

Open the field

Chorus

Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest

Drop your heels low, give it the rest

Warm air sliding over the ground

Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest

Bridge

The sun slips under, the rhythm remains

Low-frequency thunder inside of our veins

Stand where the sub hits, shoulder to side

Carried together into the slide

Chorus

Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest

Drop your heels low, give it the rest

Warm air sliding over the ground

Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest