Slow roll moving through the quiet scene (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Plaster on the wall warm against your spine

Low kick shaking through the washing line

Bare toes digging in the cooling sand

Weight shifts over with a touch of hand

No clock ticking in the open yard

Breath comes easy when the rhythm's hard

Pre-Chorus

Do you feel the floor bend low

Where the heavy tremors go

Let the speaking fade away

Let the body have its say

Chorus

Ground underneath, no words in between

Slow roll moving through the quiet scene

Skin to the hum, steady and clean

Ground underneath, no words in between

Verse 2

Tin cup resting on the wooden step

Keeping every promise that the log drum kept

Dust on your ankles, rhythm in your knees

Steam rising gentle in the midnight breeze

You tilt your chin and you drop your frame

Sharing every second without a name

Pre-Chorus

Do you feel the floor bend low

Where the heavy tremors go

Let the speaking fade away

Let the body have its say

Chorus

Ground underneath, no words in between

Slow roll moving through the quiet scene

Skin to the hum, steady and clean

Ground underneath, no words in between

Bridge

Take the talking out of the chest

Leave the heavy tongue to rest

Nothing missing, nothing said

Just the earth where we are led

Chorus

Ground underneath, no words in between

Slow roll moving through the quiet scene

Skin to the hum, steady and clean

Ground underneath, no words in between