Slow low, heavy and round (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Four in the morning, sweat on your neck

Subwoofer resting on a wooden deck

Heels in the soil where the grass wore thin

Nobody speaking, just skin on skin

You tilt your chin and you catch my eye

Cinder blocks humming as the hours go by

Pre-Chorus

Knees soft, lean in

Where the bass begins

Knees soft, sink low

Let the whole room go

Chorus

Slow low, heavy and round

Feel the pitch bend down into the ground

No words, nothing to say

Feel the pitch bend down into the ground

Verse 2

Yellow bulb buzzing above the gate

Two shadows swaying under heavy weight

Your fingers resting on my open palm

The log drum sliding like a rolling storm

You press your ribs right against my side

Nowhere to go and nowhere to hide

Pre-Chorus

Knees soft, lean in

Where the bass begins

Knees soft, sink low

Let the whole room go

Chorus

Slow low, heavy and round

Feel the pitch bend down into the ground

No words, nothing to say

Feel the pitch bend down into the ground

Bridge

Earth underfoot stays warm and deep

This is the promise that the morning keeps

Stand still, let the frequency drop

Nothing in our blood that wants to stop

Chorus

Slow low, heavy and round

Feel the pitch bend down into the ground

No words, nothing to say

Feel the pitch bend down into the ground