Track Insight / Lyrics
You climb the stair to attic air
Where spines breathe quiet, gilt and rare
The cat claims sun on dusty floor
Her purr a low and holy roar
Golden spine, the window frame
You watch the cat catch sun like flame
An alto breath from choir days past
Resonant, it builds and holds at last
Pages turn beneath her paw
She kneads the covers, breaks the law
Of silence kept in reading rooms
Where dust settles into plumes
Harmonica sighs through cracked glass pane
Slide guitar hums low, a slow refrain
You hum the chorus, half-remembered
A vowel shaped by years surrendered
Golden spine, the window frame
You watch the cat catch sun like flame
An alto breath from choir days past
Resonant, it builds and holds at last
Morning stretches, gold to gray
The cat blinks slow, begins her day
You close the book, the silence breaks
A single note the attic takes
Downstairs the city grinds and groans
But here the light still finds its own
You carry chorus, fur, and spine
Into the noise, a holy line
Golden spine, the window frame
You watch the cat catch sun like flame
An alto breath from choir days past
Resonant, it builds and holds at last
Golden spine, you carry it
A hymn of fur in morning light
