[Intro] [Verse 1] In the first glare There was vision Frames of fire on the altar of her face Scripture etched in every lens Refraction. We call it grace. We kneel before the sacred focus Four small hinges holding fate Every gaze a new commandment Every blink a narrow gate [Pre-Chorus] We recite her sacred sight line We confess in silent prayer If the truth is ever written It is written there [Chorus] Glasses are the essence Ponytail The reason she remains Bow to the creed of reflection Praise to the braid that breaks our chains Glasses are the essence Ponytail The axis of her soul This is our fierce theology In frames and falling folds [Verse 2] She ties her hair. We call it ritual. A spiral halo pulled tight Then released Gravity obeys her doctrine Every strand a stubborn priest When the rubber ring ascends Night divides from blinding day All the scholars drop their system When she looks their logic away [Pre-Chorus] We redact our broken doctrine We retract what we declared For the only living gospel Is the way she wears her hair [Chorus] Glasses are the essence Ponytail The reason she remains Bow to the creed of reflection Praise to the braid that breaks our chains Glasses are the essence Ponytail The axis of her soul This is our fierce theology In frames and falling folds [Bridge] [tempo surges Choir and organ swell] Canon of curvature Dogma of shine Her profile a pulpit Her outline divine We abandon the idols Of paper and stone For a glimpse of her shadow And a strand of her throne [Chorus] Glasses are the essence Ponytail The reason she remains Bow to the creed of reflection Praise to the braid that breaks our chains Glasses are the essence Ponytail The axis of her soul This is our wild theology In frames and falling folds
