Verse 1
Tin roof cooling in the orange haze.
Red dust rising where the bassline plays.
Your shoulder leans where the wire hangs down.
Bare feet rooted to the hard flat ground.
Paraffin burning with a quiet glow.
Nobody speaking, only what we know.
Pre-Chorus
Feel the wire pull tight.
Feel the sun leave the sky.
Drop your weight into mine.
Take it down to the line.
Chorus
Lanterna, swing it slow.
Amber light against the smoke.
Where you lean is where I go.
Drop your heels, let it roll.
Lanterna, swing it slow.
Verse 2
Long branch bending by the garden wall.
Log drum rolling as the shadows fall.
Your palm is resting on my cotton sleeve.
No words needed for the breath we breathe.
Cool air rising from the ditch below.
Every movement that we need to know.
Pre-Chorus
Feel the wire pull tight.
Feel the sun leave the sky.
Drop your weight into mine.
Take it down to the line.
Chorus
Lanterna, swing it slow.
Amber light against the smoke.
Where you lean is where I go.
Drop your heels, let it roll.
Lanterna, swing it slow.
Bridge
No clock running on the tin.
Just the cool wind sinking in.
Glass stays warm, wick stays bright.
Hold this rhythm through the night.
Chorus
Lanterna, swing it slow.
Amber light against the smoke.
Where you lean is where I go.
Drop your heels, let it roll.
Lanterna, swing it slow.