Verse 1
Bare feet flat on the red brick floor
Warm wind slipping through an open door
You don't say a word, you just tilt your chin
Wait for the low roll to kick back in
Pulse in the ribcage, heavy and slow
Telling us everything we need to know
Pre-Chorus
Do you feel the wood
Do you feel the ground
We don't need a phrase
Just the drop and the sound
Chorus
That is the log drum love language
Chest to chest when the bassline bends
That is the log drum love language
Where the talking stops and the body begins
Verse 2
Sweat cool down on the back of your neck
Sub-bass humming in the hollow deck
Two shadows rocking in the yellow lamp light
Heels keeping time with the turn of the night
Shoulder to shoulder, neither pulls away
Nothing left here that a tongue could say
Pre-Chorus
Do you feel the wood
Do you feel the ground
We don't need a phrase
Just the drop and the sound
Chorus
That is the log drum love language
Chest to chest when the bassline bends
That is the log drum love language
Where the talking stops and the body begins
Bridge
No voice in the yard
No name in the air
Just the weight in our bones
And the roll running there
Chorus
That is the log drum love language
Chest to chest when the bassline bends
That is the log drum love language
Where the talking stops and the body begins