Rumble in the clay (versie 2)

Verse 1

Copper sky fading on the patio tile

We have been swaying here a good long while

Speaker cone trembling against the wall

Drop on the three-count catches our fall

Your fingers open on my linen vest

Warm air settling inside the chest

Pre-Chorus

Hear the timber falling through?

Who is leading me or you?

Tension rising from the floor

Nothing missing anymore

Chorus

Log drum love language

Rumble in the clay

Log drum love language

Takes the speech away

You step in closer on the beat

The whole room answering our feet

Log drum love language

Rumble in the clay

Verse 2

Cool evening river wind around our knees

Yellow bulb buzzing in the pepper