Transformer hums a low alto line
Coils awake on schedule time
Guard steps soft on wet concrete
His radio spits static sweet
I hum a hymn in broken glass
The rain conducts the electric mass
No choir robes just wire and gas
We worship shadows as they pass
Rain writes code on my hot skin
Taps a rhythm lets the chorus begin
Droplets explode in violet flash
Turning trash to sacred ash
He leans against the cold brick wall
Watches water rise and fall
Cigarette glows a tiny sun
Shift is halfway almost done
I hum a hymn in broken glass
The rain conducts the electric mass
No choir robes just wire and gas
We worship shadows as they pass
Voltage drops the rhythm breaks
Silence screams the circuit aches
One deep breath before the surge
Purge the dark purge the urge
Pink light bleeds on horizon line
Kills the gospel kills the sign
Guard packs up his folding chair
Breathes out smoke into the air
I hum a hymn in broken glass
The rain conducts the electric mass
No choir robes just wire and gas
We worship shadows as they pass
Amen hums the dying glass
Transformer sighs the night is spent
Darkness wins the circuit bent
