No words now, keep your weight low

Verse 1

Orange sun heavy on the rusted tin

Dry summer wind blowing against your skin

Bare feet shifting on the cooling brick

Low-end rolling where the groove runs thick

Pre-Chorus

Drop your shoulders down

Let the rhythm take hold

Sink into the sound

Turn the dust into gold

Chorus

Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest

Slow roll humming, let the ribs do the rest

No words now, keep your weight low

Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest

Verse 2

Long shadows stretching past the open gate

Two bodies moving, nobody talks of late

Hand on my forearm, thumb on the beat

Woodsmoke drifting down the darkening street

Knees bent easy to the drop of the drum

Waiting for the second roll to come

Pre-Chorus

Drop your shoulders down

Let the rhythm take hold

Sink into the sound

Turn the dust into gold

Chorus

Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest

Slow roll humming, let the ribs do the rest

No words now, keep your weight low

Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest

Bridge

Bottom falls away and the floor leans back

Breath stays quiet on the sliding track

Sun goes purple, but the pulse stays warm

Moving in the center of a quiet storm

Chorus

Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest

Slow roll humming, let the ribs do the rest

No words now, keep your weight low

Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest