Verse 1
Red bulb swinging from the ceiling wire
Bass hums low like an open fire
Rubber soles flat on the timber floor
We don't speak by the double door
Palm on my wrist, feeling every drop
Room keeps rolling, it never stops
Pre-Chorus
Do you feel the timber shake
Underneath the steps we make?
Count to three on the bottom tone
Heavy wood against the bone
Chorus
Log drum love language, deep in the chest
You know the movement, forget the rest
Log drum love language, rolling so slow
Heavy and warm where the wood meets the toe
Verse 2
Salt on your temple, collar undone
One shadow moving where two begun
Wooden box knocks at forty-five hertz
Saying what never gets said in words
Heel on the plank, answering the roll
Bassline pressing right through the sole
Pre-Chorus
Do you feel the timber shake
Underneath the steps we make?
Count to three on the bottom tone
Heavy wood against the bone
Chorus
Log drum love language, deep in the chest
You know the movement, forget the rest
Log drum love language, rolling so slow
Heavy and warm where the wood meets the toe
Bridge
Turn down the lamps, leave the speaker wide
Nowhere to wander and nowhere to hide
Steady as breathing, simple as stone
Nobody talking, nobody alone
Chorus
Log drum love language, deep in the chest
You know the movement, forget the rest
Log drum love language, rolling so slow
Heavy and warm where the wood meets the toe
