Lyric

Street glass holds a tired sky

Sidewalks count the quiet miles

Radio breathes a low reply

My pulse answers with a file

I drift between the streetlight rows

A shallow sleep in moving frames

Something in the low end grows

And calls me out of boxed up names

Open up, let sound unwind

Lift the weight inside my mind

Every shadow turns to proof

Rhythm wakes the sleeping roof

Low tone rising, hold the line

Body catches, find the sign

Low tone rising, hold the line

Night resolves and we align

Neon streams like pulled back threads

Windows blink in tuned refrain

Footsteps trace a ribboned thread

Breath returns in measured gain

Hands unclamp and fingers learn

How to grip this tempered tide

Weight dissolves and starts to turn

Towards a day we cannot hide

Open up, let sound unwind

Lift the weight inside my mind

Every shadow turns to proof

Rhythm wakes the sleeping roof

Low tone rising, hold the line

Body catches, find the sign

Low tone rising, hold the line

Night resolves and we align

Silence thins around the chest

Something small becomes the rest

Hold the echo, name the lack

Turn the quiet forward back

Morning edges at the pane

Quiet settles in the chest

We move onward past the rain

Keep the pulse and let it rest