Where the Log Drums Sleep (wersja 2)

Verse

Shoes in my hand, the tile still cold

Ash on the counter, a story half told

Six on the clock, the taxis all gone

Dust on my ankles, I'm dancing alone

Pre-Chorus

Somebody hold the door

Let the grey light in

Feel it pull me low

Where the log drums sleep

Chorus

Sunrise on the corner, we don't go home

Sunrise on the corner, we don't go home

Where the log drums sleep, where the log drums sleep

The night lets go, the morning keeps

Verse

Cup gone cold on the windowsill

Bassline fading but my chest still fills

Neon dims into a soft blue haze

Somebody's laughing three steps away

Pre-Chorus

Somebody hold the door

Let the grey light in

Feel it pull me low

Where the log drums sleep

Chorus

Sunrise on the corner, we don't go home

Sunrise on the corner, we don't go home

Where the log drums sleep, where the log drums sleep

The night lets go, the morning keeps

Bridge

Birds on the wire start their own kind of song

Feet still moving though the beat is gone

No club, no speaker, just the heat in my bones

This is the only way I know to go home

Chorus

Sunrise on the corner, we don't go home

Sunrise on the corner, we don't go home

Where the log drums sleep, where the log drums sleep

The night lets go, the morning keeps