Verse 1
Copper sky leaning on the tin roof edge
Dry grass swaying by the garden hedge
You lean in close where the speaker stands
Static hum buzzing in your open hands
Orange light sinking on your collarbone
Two pulse lines beating on the paving stone
Pre-Chorus
Low drum dropping down
Hear that wooden sound
Low drum dropping down
Let it take the ground
Chorus
Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest
Hold your breath now, give it a rest
Warm wind rolling down from the west
Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest
Verse 2
Dust settled quiet on your folded sleeve
One shared rhythm that we never leave
Heels tap soft to the shifting slide
Nowhere left for the sun to hide
Your ribs count every single note that drops
Moving slow before the kick drum stops
Pre-Chorus
Low drum dropping down
Hear that wooden sound
Low drum dropping down
Let it take the ground
Chorus
Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest
Hold your breath now, give it a rest
Warm wind rolling down from the west
Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest
Bridge
Shadows stretch long across the yard
No need to speak when the drum hits hard
Just weight, just warmth, just skin and tone
We hear the song that the timber knows
Chorus
Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest
Hold your breath now, give it a rest
Warm wind rolling down from the west
Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest