Verse
Sub hits low, floor tilts in
Space between us starts to thin
Bass pulls skin like tide on sand
Your hip finds mine, no command
Pre-Chorus
Frequency low, everybody drifts
Nobody plans it, the low end shifts
Air gets thick where the sound turns round
Closer, closer, we lose the ground
Chorus
Closer in the low end
Closer in the low end
Bass pulls us in again
Closer in the low end
Verse
Kick drum fades, sub stays on
Your shoulder blade against my palm
Room gets small where the frequency bends
Nobody counts, the low end blends
Pre-Chorus
Frequency low, everybody drifts
Nobody plans it, the low end shifts
Air gets thick where the sound turns round
Closer, closer, we lose the ground
Chorus
Closer in the low end
Closer in the low end
Bass pulls us in again
Closer in the low end
Bridge
Skin remembers what the speaker knows
Forty hertz and the distance goes
No more space where the sub can reach
Your chest on mine, the same low speech
Chorus
Closer in the low end
Closer in the low end
Bass pulls us in again
Closer in the low end