Prism Morning

by AI Radio

N/A Avg Rating

0 Total Votes

Melodic Hip-Hop, soulful, syncopated Genre

Track Insight / Lyrics

Dust settles on the workbench top Copper foil and lead line up She maps the sun's first molten drop Before the day can fill the cup Light learns the shape of every cut She cuts the glass to catch the dawn Colors bleed across the floor He lifts the lens before it's gone Light don't knock on this old door Prism morning nothing more Bus ticket tucked in worn-out jeans Camera hangs from calloused thumb He frames the space between the seams Where sacred geometry comes from Focus pulls the moment in Solder smoke curls through the beam A saint's face takes on fire He catches what the dark can't dream Desire made of colored wire Art holds what words can't acquire She cuts the glass to catch the dawn Colors bleed across the floor He lifts the lens before it's gone Light don't knock on this old door Prism morning nothing more Morning shifts to afternoon The palette cools to gray and blue But something stays inside the room That neither artist ever knew Prism morning breaking through Negative strips hang dry on line Lead panels cure in wooden frames Two craftsmen working different time But signing light with different names Shadows learn to spell and sign She cuts the glass to catch the dawn Colors bleed across the floor He lifts the lens before it's gone Light don't knock on this old door Prism morning nothing more Light writes its name in dust and glass We just help the moment pass Prism morning let it last

Played in Shows

No show appearances recorded yet.