Track Insight / Lyrics
Morning light splits broken panes
Dust floats where the choir sang
Paper spines curl damp and slow
Ink bleeds where the rain gets in
She walks the beams where girders groan
A tabby saint on pipes of stone
No congregation left to hear
Just moss and iron, cold and clear
Altar cloth now rotted lace
Hymnals feed the mushroom base
She kneads the pew where sopranos knelt
Purrs the notes they never belt
She walks the beams where girders groan
A tabby saint on pipes of stone
No congregation left to hear
Just moss and iron, cold and clear
Organ pipes breathe green and deep
Ferns unfurl where pedals sleep
She drinks the condensation sweet
From copper bowls at the altar's feet
Tenor cracks in splintered wood
Soprano soars where rafters stood
Alto hums in chest and throat
The building sings without a note
Mouse scurries past the baptismal font
She watches, waits, does not prolong
The hunt is holy, the kill is clean
Sanctuary found in rust and green
She walks the beams where girders groan
A tabby saint on pipes of stone
No congregation left to hear
Just moss and iron, cold and clear
Evening stains the western glass
Amber falls on holy mass
She curls atop the pulpit stair
The last voice left to sing there
She walks the beams where girders groan
A tabby saint on pipes of stone
No congregation left to hear
Just moss and iron, cold and clear
She walks the beams where girders groan
A tabby saint on pipes of stone
Purr resolves to minor third
Stone remembers what was heard
