Smoke signals in the low warm night

Verse 1

Red wood burning in the oil drum cut

Bassline knocking in the center of the gut

You turn your shoulder by the garden wall

No words spoken when the shadows fall

Dust on your ankles, gravel under shoe

Every little breath sending word from you

Pre-Chorus

Can you read it in the drift

When the heavy air begins to lift

Can you feel it in the ground

Before the kick drum makes a sound

Chorus

Smoke signals in the low warm night

Moving your hands where the embers bite

We don't talk when the log drum rolls

Smoke signals through the open coals

Verse 2

Grey ash floating on the sweat on my wrist

Two steps closer through the cedar mist

Heels tap steady on the paving stone

Ribcage humming to the sub-bass tone

You drop your chin, then you lift your eyes

Reading every shift while the heat climbs high

Pre-Chorus

Can you read it in the drift

When the heavy air begins to lift

Can you feel it in the ground

Before the kick drum makes a sound

Chorus

Smoke signals in the low warm night

Moving your hands where the embers bite

We don't talk when the log drum rolls

Smoke signals through the open coals

Bridge

Wind goes quiet round the zinc tin roof

Nothing to whisper, nothing to prove

Skin meets skin where the heat stays deep

A rhythm that the fire cannot keep

Chorus

Smoke signals in the low warm night

Moving your hands where the embers bite

We don't talk when the log drum rolls

Smoke signals through the open coals