We have no promises we need to keep

Verse 1

You kick off the sandals against the stone.

The yard is crowded, but we move alone.

One red light hanging from a twisted wire.

The speaker breathing like a low wood fire.

You take half a step, and I match your pace.

Nothing to say in this open space.

Pre-Chorus

Ground gives way beneath the beat.

Weight coming down through tired feet.

Feel that timber, feel that roll.

Let the rhythm take control.

Chorus

Dust on your ankles, the kick drum deep.

We have no promises we need to keep.

Dust on your ankles, the kick drum deep.

The earth remembers where the shadows meet.

Verse 2

Salt on your temple in the yellow light.

The courtyard cooling in the four a.m. night.

Your shoulder leaning where the corner hums.

No words between us while the low sound comes.

A circle opens, and the circle bends.

You take my hand where the pavement ends.

Pre-Chorus

Ground gives way beneath the beat.

Weight coming down through tired feet.

Feel that timber, feel that roll.

Let the rhythm take control.

Chorus

Dust on your ankles, the kick drum deep.

We have no promises we need to keep.

Dust on your ankles, the kick drum deep.

The earth remembers where the shadows meet.

Bridge

Stay right here on the red dirt floor.

Nobody asking for anything more.

Morning can wait by the iron gate.

Heavy and easy, we resonate.

Chorus

Dust on your ankles, the kick drum deep.

We have no promises we need to keep.

Dust on your ankles, the kick drum deep.

The earth remembers where the shadows meet.