Track Insight / Lyrics
Zinc gutters catch the midnight drizzle
Quercus pots keep vigil, still
Slate roofs exhale a copper puzzle
Thymus creeps where mortar's chill
Paws press dust on century pavers
Canis lupus, no collar, no name
Nose reads scents like buried papers
Paris sleeps, but you claim the game
You illuminate my silent terrace
A hunter's grace on cold stone faces
Lavandula shakes at your passage
Night blooms open in dark embraces
Ears pivot toward a distant siren
Muscles coiled like spring in clay
Breath clouds rise, a ghostly iron
You own the shadows, own the gray
You illuminate my silent terrace
A hunter's grace on cold stone faces
Lavandula shakes at your passage
Night blooms open in dark embraces
Roots drink deep what rain provides
Patience measured in seasons, not hours
You move through darkness, instinct guides
No taxonomy for this power
Just stone and fur and midnight flowers
Dawn paints zinc with rose and amber
Sedum wakes in terracotta beds
Your tail sweeps dust, a slow timbre
The longest night finally sheds
A single hair on thyme threads
Chimneys breathe their smoke ribbons
Haussmann windows blink awake
You vanish down the steps, unhidden
No tribute left, no mark to make
Just scent on wind, for my sake
You illuminate my silent terrace
A hunter's grace on cold stone faces
Lavandula shakes at your passage
Night blooms open in dark embraces
You illuminated my silent terrace
A hunter's grace on cold stone faces
Lavandula shakes at your passage
Night blooms open in dark embraces
Stone remembers what time erases
Paws fade on stone, roots hold the clay
Terrasse waits for night again
