Speak to me low, speak to me slow (versie 2)

Verse 1

Red dirt rises where your heels come down

Sunset bleeding on the edge of town

No words spoken, just the shift of weight

Bassline tapping on the garden gate

Sweat on your neck in the cooling air

Shadows leaning on a wooden chair

Pre-Chorus

Feel it drop, feel it roll

From the ribs down to the sole

Do you hear what it says

When the low end bends

Chorus

Speak to me low, speak to me slow

Log drum love language, let the body know

Heavy on the chest, easy on the floor

Log drum love language, tell me once more

Verse 2

Warm breeze drifting off the tin roof sheet

Pavement cooling underneath our feet

Shoulder to shoulder where the speaker leans

Saying everything that the silence means

Two steps sideways, pulling you near

Nothing to explain that you cannot hear

Pre-Chorus

Feel it drop, feel it roll

From the ribs down to the sole

Do you hear what it says

When the low end bends

Chorus

Speak to me low, speak to me slow

Log drum love language, let the body know

Heavy on the chest, easy on the floor

Log drum love language, tell me once more

Bridge

No need to talk when the ground stays warm

Nothing between us but the pulse we form

Red light fading into deep blue skin

Listen to the wood where the drums begin

Chorus

Speak to me low, speak to me slow

Log drum love language, let the body know

Heavy on the chest, easy on the floor

Log drum love language, tell me once more