Golden sun sinking in the west (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Zinc roof clicking in the evening heat

Warm orange shade settling round our feet

You lean your shoulder right against the wood

We say nothing, everything is understood

Dust hangs heavy in the yard out back

Sub drops slow on the four-bar track

Pre-Chorus

Close your eyes now

Count to three

Let that low sound

Pull you deep

Chorus

Golden sun sinking in the west

Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest

Heels in the dirt, no rush, no rest

Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest

Verse 2

Beads of salt shining on your skin

Night doors open and the breeze comes in

Speaker cone trembling beside the door

Soles flat and steady on the concrete floor

Your collar loose, your wrist in time

One straight rhythm matching yours to mine

Pre-Chorus

Close your eyes now

Count to three

Let that low sound

Pull you deep

Chorus

Golden sun sinking in the west

Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest

Heels in the dirt, no rush, no rest

Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest

Bridge

Ground gives under us

Slide down slow

Bassline tells us

Where to go

Stay right here

Hold that tone

Chorus

Golden sun sinking in the west

Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest

Heels in the dirt, no rush, no rest

Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest