Verse
Red dirt cooling under bare feet
Low drum humming where the walls meet
Amber glass hanging from the wire
Sun drops heavy like a dying fire
No talk needed when the groove stays
Two frames rocking in the evening haze
Pre-Chorus
Feel the low end take the floor
Shadows stretching past the door
Swing it easy, swing it slow
Where you step is where I go
Chorus
Lanterna, swing low, swing slow
Dust on our feet in the amber glow
Lanterna, hold us in the line
Your rhythm falling into mine
Verse
The sky turns purple on the zinc roof
Deep sub rolling under every move
Palm on my ribs, cool as river stone
Neither one dancing on our own
Sweat like water where our chests touch
We don't need a word to say this much
Pre-Chorus
Feel the low end take the floor
Shadows stretching past the door
Swing it easy, swing it slow
Where you step is where I go
Chorus
Lanterna, swing low, swing slow
Dust on our feet in the amber glow
Lanterna, hold us in the line
Your rhythm falling into mine
Bridge
Let the oil burn down to the wick
Keep the pulse heavy, steady and thick
Close your eyes, let the timber shake
Take what the morning cannot take
Chorus
Lanterna, swing low, swing slow
Dust on our feet in the amber glow
Lanterna, hold us in the line
Your rhythm falling into mine