Log drum rolls, and the dust is rising (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Red clay cooling underneath bare feet

Iron drum burning at the edge of the street

Woodsmoke curls where your shoulder leans

Nothing to say, you know what it means

Two long shadows stretching on the stone

Heavy bass vibrating in the bone

Pre-Chorus

Do you feel the low drum drop

When the evening starts to stop

Pulling closer to the sound

Sinking deeper in the ground

Chorus

We sway slow in the firelit horizon

Log drum rolls, and the dust is rising

Your palm on my chest, nobody talking

We sway slow in the firelit horizon

Verse 2

Sweat dries cool in the orange air

Copper sparks catching in your braided hair

One step back and your heel finds mine

Moving together on the quarter line

Cinder glow resting on your dark wrist bone

Never had to speak to make it known

Pre-Chorus

Do you feel the low drum drop

When the evening starts to stop

Pulling closer to the sound

Sinking deeper in the ground

Chorus

We sway slow in the firelit horizon

Log drum rolls, and the dust is rising

Your palm on my chest, nobody talking

We sway slow in the firelit horizon

Bridge

Sky turns purple on the zinc roof seam

Shaking off the daylight like an old, dry dream

Just the embers breathing on your skin

Where the rhythm ends, we begin

Chorus

We sway slow in the firelit horizon

Log drum rolls, and the dust is rising

Your palm on my chest, nobody talking

We sway slow in the firelit horizon