Let the low drum handle the rest (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Amber light sliding down the brick wall

Long shadows stretching out tall

Cold tin cup on the stone step

Counting every breath that you kept

Wood-box speaker humming low

Watching the red sky let go

Pre-Chorus

Drop your weight

Let it slide

Nothing to say

Nothing to hide

Chorus

Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest

Let the low drum handle the rest

No words, nothing to confess

Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest

Verse 2

Dust turns copper in the yard now

Feet find the rhythm somehow

Your bare heel pressing in the sand

Heat rising steady from your hand

Two shapes swaying in the gray

Watching all the daylight slip away

Pre-Chorus

Drop your weight

Let it slide

Nothing to say

Nothing to hide

Chorus

Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest

Let the low drum handle the rest

No words, nothing to confess

Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest

Bridge

Dusk falling cool across the stone

No one in this circle alone

The note dives down below the floor

We don't need a word anymore

Chorus

Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest

Let the low drum handle the rest

No words, nothing to confess

Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest