Verse 1
Amber light resting on the courtyard floor
Warm wind slipping past an open door
Copper on your collarbone, shadow on your knee
Stepping to the silence right before the three
You drop your weight, I match your pace
Nothing to explain in this open space
Pre-Chorus
Hear the low drum slide
Pulling down the sun
Nowhere left to hide
Let the rumble run
Chorus
Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest
Leave the long day behind in the west
Skin against skin as the wooden sub hums
Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest
Verse 2
Orange turning purple along the roof line
Fingers trace a circle on the warm pine
Bare toes gripping on the red clay tile
Speaking without moving your lips for a mile
Log drum sagging like a heavy slow tide
Pulling every breath from the ribs inside
Pre-Chorus
Hear the low drum slide
Pulling down the sun
Nowhere left to hide
Let the rumble run
Chorus
Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest
Leave the long day behind in the west
Skin against skin as the wooden sub hums
Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest
Bridge
Ground drops low, whole body leans
More than whatever the talking means
Hold the frequency right in the bone
Two pulses beating under one tone
Chorus
Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest
Leave the long day behind in the west
Skin against skin as the wooden sub hums
Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest