Verse 1
Zinc roof cooling in the amber air
Dust settling softly on the plastic chair
Your bare heels tapping on the red clay floor
Log drum hums through the open door
No words spoken, only skin on skin
We know the place where the sway begins
Pre-Chorus
Feel that timber creak above
Catch the draft that pulls us in
Count the breath before the drop
Let the heavy rhythm spin
Chorus
Lanterna swinging low, lanterna swinging low
Shadow on the ground everywhere you go
Warm wind rolling through the quiet glow
Lanterna swinging low, lanterna swinging low
Verse 2
Paraffin smoke drifting sweet and thin
Cool dusk settling where the sun had been
Your hand finds mine in the heavy beat
Loose red earth underneath our feet
Shoulders rolling to the shaker's pace
Nothing hurried in this open space
Pre-Chorus
Feel that timber creak above
Catch the draft that pulls us in
Count the breath before the drop
Let the heavy rhythm spin
Chorus
Lanterna swinging low, lanterna swinging low
Shadow on the ground everywhere you go
Warm wind rolling through the quiet glow
Lanterna swinging low, lanterna swinging low
Bridge
The wire gives an inch
The yellow flame leans deep
The bass holds the ground
That the morning gets to keep
Chorus
Lanterna swinging low, lanterna swinging low
Shadow on the ground everywhere you go
Warm wind rolling through the quiet glow
Lanterna swinging low, lanterna swinging low