Slow wind blowing off the dusty leaves (wersja 2)

Verse 1

Dark soil cool against your open feet

Far-off speaker pumping through the heat

Smell of the peel crushed under your heel

Nothing to say, just the way that we feel

Branches trembling in the midnight breeze

You lean in and we bend our knees

Pre-Chorus

Feel the ground roll

Feel the root take hold

Feel the ground roll

Night turning gold

Chorus

Heavy bass moving through the orange trees

Slow wind blowing off the dusty leaves

Dark earth shaking underneath your knees

Heavy bass moving through the orange trees

Verse 2

Green leaves shuddering without a sound

Sub-bass humming from the buried ground

Sweat on your collar where the pulse beats low

Shadows in the branches rocking soft and slow

You pull my forearm, leading the sway

We let the evening drift away

Pre-Chorus

Feel the ground roll

Feel the root take hold

Feel the ground roll

Night turning gold

Chorus

Heavy bass moving through the orange trees

Slow wind blowing off the dusty leaves

Dark earth shaking underneath your knees

Heavy bass moving through the orange trees

Bridge

Past the clearing, past the wire fence

Rhythm is the only thing that's making sense

Bare chest breathing in the citrus air

Still right beside you, still right there

Chorus

Heavy bass moving through the orange trees

Slow wind blowing off the dusty leaves

Dark earth shaking underneath your knees

Heavy bass moving through the orange trees