Lyric

The morning light is spilling through the cracks of broken glass

It polishes the dust upon the floor

I watch the shadows lengthening as heavy seconds pass

While leaning my shoulder against the door

The sky is dressed in shades of blue I never used to see

A clarity that cuts just like a knife

It's funny how the emptiness feels part of being free

The quietest collision in this life

I laced my shoes and walked out where the silver pavement glows

The city hums a frantic sort of tune

I’m moving with the current where the restless water flows

Beneath the faded circle of the moon

My coat is thin but I don't feel the biting of the air

There’s a fever in the way the colors bleed

I’m searching for a reason in the middle of a stare

Knowing nothing is exactly what I need

Oh let the strobe light wash away the salt upon my skin

Spinning in the center of the glare

The music is a cathedral where the grace begins to win

And I am breathing in the golden air

It’s a beautiful disaster and I’m dancing through the wreck

Tearing all the heavy clouds apart

With a halo made of lightning hanging heavy round my neck

And a thousand suns exploding in my heart

Oh let the strobe light wash away the salt upon my skin

Spinning in the center of the glare

The music is a cathedral where the grace begins to win

And I am breathing in the golden air

It’s a beautiful disaster and I’m dancing through the wreck

Tearing all the heavy clouds apart

With a halo made of lightning hanging heavy round my neck

And a thousand suns exploding in my heart

I saw your ghost reflected in a window downtown

The prism shattered into jagged sparks

I’m picking up the pieces while the world is upside down

And carving out a flame inside the dark

There’s a joy that tastes of winter and a grief that feels like June

A paradox that’s beating in my chest

I’ll sing the jagged edges of this solitary tune

Until the spinning globe is laid to rest

Oh let the strobe light wash away the salt upon my skin

Spinning in the center of the glare

The music is a cathedral where the grace begins to win

And I am breathing in the golden air

It’s a beautiful disaster and I’m dancing through the wreck

Tearing all the heavy clouds apart

With a halo made of lightning hanging heavy round my neck

And a thousand suns exploding in my heart

Oh let the strobe light wash away the salt upon my skin

Spinning in the center of the glare

The music is a cathedral where the grace begins to win

And I am breathing in the golden air

It’s a beautiful disaster and I’m dancing through the wreck

Tearing all the heavy clouds apart

With a halo made of lightning hanging heavy round my neck

And a thousand suns exploding in my heart