Verse
Sun drops heavy on the zinc roof tin
Amber dust rising where the roll comes in
Bassline tremors in the plastic cup
You lean shoulder-to-shoulder up
Ribcage hum on a deep four-count
Nothing to settle that we talk about
Pre-Chorus
Feel the rattle in the pine
Press your shoulder into mine
When the low note drops in slow
Where else do we need to go
Chorus
Log drum love language
Speaking to the bone
Log drum love language
Heavier than stone
You don't say a single word
Your body makes it known
Log drum love language
Rolling on its own
Verse
Orange burns down to a cooling blue
Salt on my collar, warmth from you
Bare heels scraping on the red clay floor
Nobody heading for the open door
No translation for the way we sway
Dust on our ankles washes talk away
Pre-Chorus
Feel the rattle in the pine
Press your shoulder into mine
When the low note drops in slow
Where else do we need to go
Chorus
Log drum love language
Speaking to the bone
Log drum love language
Heavier than stone
You don't say a single word
Your body makes it known
Log drum love language
Rolling on its own
Bridge
Words get lost when the floor starts shaking
Every promise that the wood is making
Quiet in the mouth, deep in the chest
Let the heavy rolling do the rest
Chorus
Log drum love language
Speaking to the bone
Log drum love language
Heavier than stone
You don't say a single word
Your body makes it known
Log drum love language
Rolling on its own