Verse 1
Red sun dropping low behind the wall
Long shadows stretching out across the hall
Bare feet resting on the cooling slate
No need to speak when the rhythm holds the weight
Your fingers tap a pattern on my wrist
Nothing to say that the heavy wood has missed
Pre-Chorus
Do you feel that low roll start
Does it move inside your heart
Ground is shaking soft and slow
Here is where the voices go
Chorus
Log drum love language, deep in the chest
No words needed when the sun goes west
Log drum love language, heel to the floor
Every low knock telling me there's more
Verse 2
Orange turns to purple in the yard
Speaker wooden box is humming hard
Sweat on your collarbone catching the glow
Nobody rushing where the heavy notes go
Shoulder leans in when the drop lands clean
Understanding everything in between
Pre-Chorus
Do you feel that low roll start
Does it move inside your heart
Ground is shaking soft and slow
Here is where the voices go
Chorus
Log drum love language, deep in the chest
No words needed when the sun goes west
Log drum love language, heel to the floor
Every low knock telling me there's more
Bridge
Let the quiet fall away
We have nothing left to say
Just the timber, skin, and drum
Just the wave before it comes
Chorus
Log drum love language, deep in the chest
No words needed when the sun goes west
Log drum love language, heel to the floor
Every low knock telling me there's more