Hold your breath now, give it a rest (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Copper sky leaning on the tin roof edge

Dry grass swaying by the garden hedge

You lean in close where the speaker stands

Static hum buzzing in your open hands

Orange light sinking on your collarbone

Two pulse lines beating on the paving stone

Pre-Chorus

Low drum dropping down

Hear that wooden sound

Low drum dropping down

Let it take the ground

Chorus

Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest

Hold your breath now, give it a rest

Warm wind rolling down from the west

Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest

Verse 2

Dust settled quiet on your folded sleeve

One shared rhythm that we never leave

Heels tap soft to the shifting slide

Nowhere left for the sun to hide

Your ribs count every single note that drops

Moving slow before the kick drum stops

Pre-Chorus

Low drum dropping down

Hear that wooden sound

Low drum dropping down

Let it take the ground

Chorus

Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest

Hold your breath now, give it a rest

Warm wind rolling down from the west

Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest

Bridge

Shadows stretch long across the yard

No need to speak when the drum hits hard

Just weight, just warmth, just skin and tone

We hear the song that the timber knows

Chorus

Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest

Hold your breath now, give it a rest

Warm wind rolling down from the west

Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest