Verse 1
Red wood burning in the oil drum cut
Bassline knocking in the center of the gut
You turn your shoulder by the garden wall
No words spoken when the shadows fall
Dust on your ankles, gravel under shoe
Every little breath sending word from you
Pre-Chorus
Can you read it in the drift
When the heavy air begins to lift
Can you feel it in the ground
Before the kick drum makes a sound
Chorus
Smoke signals in the low warm night
Moving your hands where the embers bite
We don't talk when the log drum rolls
Smoke signals through the open coals
Verse 2
Grey ash floating on the sweat on my wrist
Two steps closer through the cedar mist
Heels tap steady on the paving stone
Ribcage humming to the sub-bass tone
You drop your chin, then you lift your eyes
Reading every shift while the heat climbs high
Pre-Chorus
Can you read it in the drift
When the heavy air begins to lift
Can you feel it in the ground
Before the kick drum makes a sound
Chorus
Smoke signals in the low warm night
Moving your hands where the embers bite
We don't talk when the log drum rolls
Smoke signals through the open coals
Bridge
Wind goes quiet round the zinc tin roof
Nothing to whisper, nothing to prove
Skin meets skin where the heat stays deep
A rhythm that the fire cannot keep
Chorus
Smoke signals in the low warm night
Moving your hands where the embers bite
We don't talk when the log drum rolls
Smoke signals through the open coals