Verse 1
Low wooden bench where the shadow leans long
Log drum sliding underneath the song
Copper on your neck from the falling heat
Dust kicking easy round your bare feet
Pre-Chorus
Ground starts to hum
Stone gives away
Heavy and low
Rolling the day
Chorus
Amber on the brick, sun in the west
Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest
No words moving, body knows best
Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest
Verse 2
Dust on your ankle, heel in the dirt
Warm breeze catching on the hem of your shirt
You lean back slow on the off-beat roll
Letting that rumble take over the whole
Shoulder to shoulder in the orange haze
Quiet and steady as the light decays
Pre-Chorus
Ground starts to hum
Stone gives away
Heavy and low
Rolling the day
Chorus
Amber on the brick, sun in the west
Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest
No words moving, body knows best
Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest
Bridge
Sky turns purple, the yard goes black
Nothing to follow, no turning back
Hold that vibration right where we stand
Pulse of the speaker under your hand
Chorus
Amber on the brick, sun in the west
Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest
No words moving, body knows best
Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest
