Track Insight / Lyrics
You kneel on worn tile, rag in hand
Shibuya hums in electric sleep
Leather drinks oil, darkens slow and deep
Rain taps the tarp, a steady beat
Buff the grain till morning breaks the gray
Your hands recall the hymns you used to raise
Each stroke a prayer the night cannot betray
Neon bleeds through tarp in purple haze
The awning rattles, vinyl thin and torn
A salaryman passes, briefcase wet
You shine the toe, the heel, the weather-worn
Night has no chorus for this silhouette
Buff the grain till morning breaks the gray
Your hands recall the hymns you used to raise
Each stroke a prayer the night cannot betray
Neon bleeds through tarp in purple haze
Horsehair brush catches streetlamp glow
Wax builds a sheen on cracked and patient hide
The harmonium drone stays low and slow
A half-remembered descant, pure and wide
Buff the grain till morning breaks the gray
Your hands recall the hymns you used to raise
Each stroke a prayer the night cannot betray
Neon bleeds through tarp in purple haze
Dawn breaks pale on corrugated steel
Your thumb tests the edge, the finish real
You pack the tin, the brush, the leather's grace
No choir waits to fill the empty space
Buff the grain till morning breaks the gray
Your hands recall the hymns you used to raise
Each stroke a prayer the night cannot betray
Neon bleeds through tarp in purple haze
Buff the grain — the dawn is yours to claim
