That is the log drum love language (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Bare feet flat on the red brick floor

Warm wind slipping through an open door

You don't say a word, you just tilt your chin

Wait for the low roll to kick back in

Pulse in the ribcage, heavy and slow

Telling us everything we need to know

Pre-Chorus

Do you feel the wood

Do you feel the ground

We don't need a phrase

Just the drop and the sound

Chorus

That is the log drum love language

Chest to chest when the bassline bends

That is the log drum love language

Where the talking stops and the body begins

Verse 2

Sweat cool down on the back of your neck

Sub-bass humming in the hollow deck

Two shadows rocking in the yellow lamp light

Heels keeping time with the turn of the night

Shoulder to shoulder, neither pulls away

Nothing left here that a tongue could say

Pre-Chorus

Do you feel the wood

Do you feel the ground

We don't need a phrase

Just the drop and the sound

Chorus

That is the log drum love language

Chest to chest when the bassline bends

That is the log drum love language

Where the talking stops and the body begins

Bridge

No voice in the yard

No name in the air

Just the weight in our bones

And the roll running there

Chorus

That is the log drum love language

Chest to chest when the bassline bends

That is the log drum love language

Where the talking stops and the body begins