Verse 1
Red dust drifting by the open gate
Sun drops low, turning amber and late
Bare heels tapping on the cooling ground
Waiting for the roll, heavy and round
You don't say a word, you just tilt your head
Answering the rumble where the light went red
Pre-Chorus
The roll starts coming, quiet and low
The weight in your ribs begins to grow
You step in closer, steady and slow
Where the drop is leading, both of us know
Chorus
Log drum love language, chest to your chest
Feel the pitch bend, letting it press
We don't need a voice when the floor begins
Log drum love language, under the skin
Verse 2
Streetlamp buzzing with an orange glow
Cool breeze moving where the heat stays slow
Cold glass sweating on a wooden crate
Your arm against mine, finding the weight
The shaker slides right and the kick cuts through
My breath on the two leans into you
Pre-Chorus
The roll starts coming, quiet and low
The weight in your ribs begins to grow
You step in closer, steady and slow
Where the drop is leading, both of us know
Chorus
Log drum love language, chest to your chest
Feel the pitch bend, letting it press
We don't need a voice when the floor begins
Log drum love language, under the skin
Bridge
Hips follow low when the bottom falls out
Nothing left here for the talking about
Just the warm night brick and the wooden sound
Two pair of feet rooted into the ground
Chorus
Log drum love language, chest to your chest
Feel the pitch bend, letting it press
We don't need a voice when the floor begins
Log drum love language, under the skin
