Chest to chest when the low end lands (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Red dust quiet on the brick wall now

Sun goes orange, we don't wonder how

You tap your heel to the steady count

Waiting on the bottom end to mount

Cool wind passing through the open door

Two feet planted on the concrete floor

Pre-Chorus

Hear the wood shake, feel the hum

Here it comes, here it comes

You close your eyes and you step in tight

Right before the bass hits the night

Chorus

Log drum love language

Chest to chest when the low end lands

Log drum love language

No words needed to understand

Rolling slow, rolling deep

Promises the body can keep

Log drum love language

Verse 2

Shadows melting in the yellow light

Shoulder brushing mine just right

No big gestures, no advice

Warm air cooling on a cup of ice

You match my sway without a sound

Weight shifts heavy to the ground

Pre-Chorus

Hear the wood shake, feel the hum

Here it comes, here it comes

You close your eyes and you step in tight

Right before the bass hits the night

Chorus

Log drum love language

Chest to chest when the low end lands

Log drum love language

No words needed to understand

Rolling slow, rolling deep

Promises the body can keep

Log drum love language

Bridge

Let the crowd talk, let them speak

We find the corner where the floor gets weak

Your pulse tapping on the wrist of mine

Let the sub-bass draw the line

Chorus

Log drum love language

Chest to chest when the low end lands

Log drum love language

No words needed to understand

Rolling slow, rolling deep

Promises the body can keep

Log drum love language