Verse 1
Red coals breathing by the corner wall
Log drum drops and we answer the call
You tap your heel on the packed red dirt
Bassline moving through a linen shirt
No spoken word in this crowded room
Just two shoulders cutting through the gloom
Pre-Chorus
Watch the grey rise slow
Where the rhythm wants to go
Drop low, don't speak
Heavy heat on cheek to cheek
Chorus
Smoke signals in the low warm night
Follow the drum till the morning light
Your hand moves slow, your step stays right
Smoke signals in the low warm night
Verse 2
Red ember drifting in a quiet arc
Your shadow bending right into the dark
Bare arms cool against the midnight air
Sweet cedar drifting through your braided hair
A single nod and the distance breaks
We know the language that the shaker makes
Pre-Chorus
Watch the grey rise slow
Where the rhythm wants to go
Drop low, don't speak
Heavy heat on cheek to cheek
Chorus
Smoke signals in the low warm night
Follow the drum till the morning light
Your hand moves slow, your step stays right
Smoke signals in the low warm night
Bridge
The bass don't ask for a name
The wood turns down into flame
Just skin, just dust, just the ground
Lost in the circle of sound
Chorus
Smoke signals in the low warm night
Follow the drum till the morning light
Your hand moves slow, your step stays right
Smoke signals in the low warm night