Track Insight / Lyrics
I hang from nail in rafter wood
Where morning splits the floor for good
My teeth are cold, my bow is bright
I photograph the growing light
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Dust rises slow in golden stripes
Each particle a tiny type
You left me here to guard the frame
But I became the light's own name
No door exists for me to turn
Just attic beams where particles burn
I catch the sun, I catch the day
A brass key with no lock to stay
Bus wheels hum on highway spine
You clicked the shutter, caught the sign
A ticket stub, a coffee stain
My brass face caught the window pane
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The felt piano ticks like rain
Pizzicato strings unspool a chain
Synth blips bloom like morning stars
Dust sings loud in golden bars
No door exists for me to turn
Just attic beams where particles burn
I catch the sun, I catch the day
A brass key with no lock to stay
No keyhole waits for me to fit
No bolt throws back, no latch will sit
I'm ornament and witness both
A relic with a solemn oath
No door exists for me to turn
Just attic beams where particles burn
I catch the sun, I catch the day
A brass key with no lock to stay
Wide skies stretch past the attic sill
No engine drone, no highway hill
Just light that writes on dusty floor
I turn in it, I turn for more
No door exists for me to turn
Just attic beams where particles burn
I catch the sun, I catch the day
A brass key with no lock to stay
The camera's gone, the bus is far
But morning writes where keys still are
No door required, no lock to find
Just brass and light, perfectly twined
No door exists for me to turn
Just attic beams where particles burn
I catch the sun,
