Let the low note take all the rest 1 (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Four in the morning, dust on the wood

Moving together right where we stood

Low wooden bench against the back wall

Speaker cone humming heavy and tall

Sweat on your collar, steady and slow

We let the talking fall down below

Pre-Chorus

Can you take it in

Feel the floor give way

Let the timber hum

Till the night turns gray

Chorus

Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest

Let the low note take all the rest

Skin on skin where the rhythm is pressed

Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest

Verse 2

Heels on the timber, keeping the roll

Bassline is sliding under your sole

Cool midnight draft coming in through the screen

Moving together silent and clean

Ribs taking hold of every low drop

Waiting for nothing, never to stop

Pre-Chorus

Can you take it in

Feel the floor give way

Let the timber hum

Till the night turns gray

Chorus

Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest

Let the low note take all the rest

Skin on skin where the rhythm is pressed

Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest

Bridge

No words to carry

No steps to trace

Just wire and timber

And this warm space

Down in the marrow

Down in the bone

The drum is talking

We're not alone

Chorus

Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest

Let the low note take all the rest

Skin on skin where the rhythm is pressed

Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest