This is our log drum love language (wersja 2)

Verse

Dust rising warm off the courtyard floor

Evening light through the open door

Drum still warming, low and slow

Your hand finds my back, I already know

No count spoken, no word led

Just the weight you shift instead

Pre-Chorus

Read me soft in the amber haze

Tell me plain in a thousand ways

Palm on spine says turn or stay

Nobody's talking, we don't need to say

Chorus

This is our log drum love language

Spoken in hip and heel

Nothing written, nothing damaged

Only what the body feels

Log drum love language

Log drum love language

Verse

Sweat on your collar, dust on my feet

Same old courtyard, same old heat

Your fingers press twice, I lean in tight

Shoulder drops low, we catch the light

Every pause is a word we keep

Every roll of the drum runs deep

Pre-Chorus

Read me soft in the amber haze

Tell me plain in a thousand ways

Palm on spine says turn or stay

Nobody's talking, we don't need to say

Chorus

This is our log drum love language

Spoken in hip and heel

Nothing written, nothing damaged

Only what the body feels

Log drum love language

Log drum love language

Bridge

Years from now if the words run dry

I'll still know you by the way you sigh

Hand on my chest, slow and sure

Some kind of talk that don't need a cure

Chorus

This is our log drum love language

Spoken in hip and heel

Nothing written, nothing damaged

Only what the body feels

Log drum love language

Log drum love language