Feel the pitch bend, sink down low (versie 3)

Verse 1

Amber light resting on your open hand

Sun sinking down on the red clay sand

You kick your sandals to the garden wall

Lean on my chest when the low notes fall

Sweat turning golden in the late-day glow

Two heavy footsteps, keeping it slow

Pre-Chorus

Note pulls down slow

Heels in the ground

Where the bass wants to go

Follow that sound

Chorus

Feel the pitch bend, sink down low

Warm dust rising in the sunset glow

Chest to my chest when the note curves round

Feel the pitch bend into the ground

Verse 2

Water rings drying on the plastic crate

Sun going red by the rusty gate

Fingers caught easy in the hem of my shirt

Bare heels turning in the cool packed dirt

The low end dragging out a long, slow slide

Nothing to say that we need to hide

Pre-Chorus

Note pulls down slow

Heels in the ground

Where the bass wants to go

Follow that sound

Chorus

Feel the pitch bend, sink down low

Warm dust rising in the sunset glow

Chest to my chest when the note curves round

Feel the pitch bend into the ground

Bridge

Sun slips under the tin roof line

Your breath settles in step with mine

The note drops deeper than it fell before

Leaving our weight on the cooling floor

Chorus

Feel the pitch bend, sink down low

Warm dust rising in the sunset glow

Chest to my chest when the note curves round

Feel the pitch bend into the ground