Log drum rolling in the deep underground (versie 2)

Verse 1

Screen door tapping in the warm night air

Salt on your collar and the dust in your hair

You pull in close where the speaker leans low

Nothing to ask and nowhere to go

Pre-Chorus

Feel that weight

Let the ribcage fall

Feel that weight

Through the brick and wall

Chorus

Log drum rolling in the deep underground

Chest to chest without a sound

Two slow pulses coming round and round

Chest to chest without a sound

Verse 2

Calloused thumb resting on the side of my neck

Bare toes gripping on the concrete deck

You match the swing as the tempo drops down

Far past the wire at the edge of the town

Ribs against ribs where the low note stays

Lost in the pocket of the three-step sway

Pre-Chorus

Feel that weight

Let the ribcage fall

Feel that weight

Through the brick and wall

Chorus

Log drum rolling in the deep underground

Chest to chest without a sound

Two slow pulses coming round and round

Chest to chest without a sound

Bridge

Hold the press

Keep your breath right there

Cool night mist on the skin we share

No spoken truth that we have to prove

Bone against bone when the basslines move

Chorus

Log drum rolling in the deep underground

Chest to chest without a sound

Two slow pulses coming round and round

Chest to chest without a sound