Lyric

I opened the casing

With a patient hand

Dust on the copper

Black marks on the stand

The power was missing

The switch had gone cold

But something inside it

Had not let go

Heat leaves a trace

Where no light stays

A burn in the sleeve

A bend in the grain

Some warmth does not vanish

Just because it hides

Some currents keep moving

Where no one can find

I touch what was damaged

And feel what remains

A little old fire

Beneath all the strain

I stripped back the covering

And found the bright thread

Red under the darkness

Not finished, not dead

The room held the silence

The lamp held my face

I followed the damage

To its tenderest place

I know how a heart

Can look cool from outside

While under the surface

Old temperatures survive

Some warmth does not vanish

Just because it hides

Some currents keep moving

Where no one can find

I touch what was damaged

And feel what remains

A little old fire

Beneath all the strain

I will not call it healing

If it means going back

I will not call it broken

Just because it cracked

There are marks from the voltage

There are scars from the light

But a thing can be altered

And still carry life

Some warmth does not vanish

Just because it hides

Some currents keep moving

Where no one can find

I touch what was damaged

And feel what remains

Wires remember heat

And so do we all