Track Insight / Lyrics
You trace the bricks with borrowed light
The autumn wind bites cold and bright
Each footfall wakes a hymn you knew
An alto line half-remembered true
Watchman's beam cuts through the fallen leaves
History wakes in what the light believes
You're the choir, the congregation, the song
Where brick and breath have always belonged
The Common's elms drop gold on Beacon Hill
Your shoes remember every frozen chill
A Psalter rhythm in the mortar joints
Where generations pressed their fingerprint
The flashlight catches names carved deep in clay
Abigail, Thomas, gone three hundred years
You sing their dates in minor key decay
A descant only autumn wind can hear
Watchman's beam cuts through the fallen leaves
History wakes in what the light believes
You're the choir, the congregation, the song
Where brick and breath have always belonged
No stained glass here, just sky and stone
No organ swell, just footsteps walking home
But holiness lives in the worn and known
Where prayer and pavement share a common throne
The beam swings wide across the burying ground
You harmonize with silence, note by note
An anthem built on what the light has found
The watchman nods, adjusts his heavy coat
Watchman's beam cuts through the fallen leaves
History wakes in what the light believes
You're the choir, the congregation, the song
Where brick and breath have always belonged
The bricks keep singing where you used to stand
You walk on, the beam still in your hand
The bricks keep singing where you used to stand
