Verse 1
Amber sun leaning on the brick by the door
Long shadows stretching all over the floor
Your hand finds the wood where the bassline hums low
Taking your time while the orange turns slow
Pre-Chorus
Hear it drop, hear it slide
Nowhere left for the day to hide
Let it roll, let it lean
Right in the middle of everything
Chorus
Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest
Sun going down in the quiet west
Bone to the bass, blood to the drum
Waiting to see what the night becomes
Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest
Verse 2
Sweat running cool at the nape of your neck
Gravel and dirt on the edge of the deck
You shift on your heels as the frequency dips
Nothing to speak, not a word on your lips
The box on the table is rattling slow
Catching the rhythm and letting it go
Pre-Chorus
Hear it drop, hear it slide
Nowhere left for the day to hide
Let it roll, let it lean
Right in the middle of everything
Chorus
Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest
Sun going down in the quiet west
Bone to the bass, blood to the drum
Waiting to see what the night becomes
Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest
Bridge
No talk in the yard, no hurry to leave
Just the drop of the note in the air that you breathe
Down through the ribs to the soles of your feet
Golden hour sinking straight into the beat
Chorus
Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest
Sun going down in the quiet west
Bone to the bass, blood to the drum
Waiting to see what the night becomes
Feel the pitch bend deep in your chest
