Warm skin, slow roll, leaning into you (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Sun slips low on the corrugated tin

Orange dust hanging where the evening settles in

Your hand touches mine, not a single word said

Rumble in the timber running right up through the tread

Knees bending softly as the low end lands

Everything we're saying written right in our hands

Pre-Chorus

Can you feel the weight?

Can you feel it drop?

Deep inside the chest

Never gonna stop

Chorus

Log drum love language rolling in the ground

Tell me what you need without a single sound

Warm skin, slow roll, leaning into you

Log drum love language carrying us through

Verse 2

Sweat cools down on the back of your neck

Shadows stretching long across the wooden deck

Heel to the timber, shoulder to the beat

Pulse coming up through the soles of our feet

You tilt your chin and you give me the sway

We don't need a tongue for the things we say

Pre-Chorus

Can you feel the weight?

Can you feel it drop?

Deep inside the chest

Never gonna stop

Chorus

Log drum love language rolling in the ground

Tell me what you need without a single sound

Warm skin, slow roll, leaning into you

Log drum love language carrying us through

Bridge

Sky goes purple, the speaker breathes deep

This is a promise the body can keep

No conversation, just blood and the drum

Staying right here till the morning has come

Chorus

Log drum love language rolling in the ground

Tell me what you need without a single sound

Warm skin, slow roll, leaning into you

Log drum love language carrying us through