Verse 1
Red bulb swinging on a copper wire
Cool sweat drying in the open air
Your palm resting on my spine
Two feet matching up with mine
Bass shakes the gravel by the gate
Nobody asking for the date
Pre-Chorus
Can you feel the timber roll
From the floorboards to the soul
Rising slow through every vein
Deeper than a spoken name
Chorus
Low drum speaking through the gloom
Nothing else inside the room
Skin to skin and pulse to pulse
Low drum speaking through the gloom
Verse 2
Shadows tall against the lime-washed wall
Slow breath answering the heavy call
Cold tea resting on the wooden crate
We let the tempo carry all the weight
Your fingers tapping on my cotton sleeve
No one is looking for a way to leave
Pre-Chorus
Can you feel the timber roll
From the floorboards to the soul
Rising slow through every vein
Deeper than a spoken name
Chorus
Low drum speaking through the gloom
Nothing else inside the room
Skin to skin and pulse to pulse
Low drum speaking through the gloom
Bridge
Darkness isn't empty when the speakers hum
Every quiet breath becomes the drum
We stay rooted in the solid ground
Carried by the rolling sound
Chorus
Low drum speaking through the gloom
Nothing else inside the room
Skin to skin and pulse to pulse
Low drum speaking through the gloom