Sun going down in the quiet west (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Amber sun leaning on the brick by the door

Long shadows stretching all over the floor

Your hand finds the wood where the bassline hums low

Taking your time while the orange turns slow

Pre-Chorus

Hear it drop, hear it slide

Nowhere left for the day to hide

Let it roll, let it lean

Right in the middle of everything

Chorus

Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest

Sun going down in the quiet west

Bone to the bass, blood to the drum

Waiting to see what the night becomes

Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest

Verse 2

Sweat running cool at the nape of your neck

Gravel and dirt on the edge of the deck

You shift on your heels as the frequency dips

Nothing to speak, not a word on your lips

The box on the table is rattling slow

Catching the rhythm and letting it go

Pre-Chorus

Hear it drop, hear it slide

Nowhere left for the day to hide

Let it roll, let it lean

Right in the middle of everything

Chorus

Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest

Sun going down in the quiet west

Bone to the bass, blood to the drum

Waiting to see what the night becomes

Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest

Bridge

No talk in the yard, no hurry to leave

Just the drop of the note in the air that you breathe

Down through the ribs to the soles of your feet

Golden hour sinking straight into the beat

Chorus

Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest

Sun going down in the quiet west

Bone to the bass, blood to the drum

Waiting to see what the night becomes

Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest