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