Log drum love language in your chest (Version 2)

Verse 1

Amber light resting on the corrugated tin

Dust kicks soft where the evening settles in

You don't say a thing, you just turn your heel

Showing me the tempo that your body can feel

Fingers touch my collar, tapping out the space

Between the low wooden kick and the heat in your face

Pre-Chorus

Feel it drop down low

Catch the wooden roll

Feel it drop down low

Let the rumble take hold

Chorus

Log drum love language in your chest

Golden hour sinking in the west

We don't need a word to understand

Log drum love language in the sand

Verse 2

Bare feet shifting on the cooling brick floor

Echoes coming steady through the open screen door

Shadows stretch long as the blue swallows gold

Telling every secret that was never yet told

Ribcage humming to the three and the four

Pulling me closer till we don't think anymore

Pre-Chorus

Feel it drop down low

Catch the wooden roll

Feel it drop down low

Let the rumble take hold

Chorus

Log drum love language in your chest

Golden hour sinking in the west

We don't need a word to understand

Log drum love language in the sand

Bridge

Skin to skin while the sky turns slate

Every heavy note making patience wait

You lean in close, not a breath out of time

Your pulse is the kick and the drum is mine

Chorus

Log drum love language in your chest

Golden hour sinking in the west

We don't need a word to understand

Log drum love language in the sand