Cathedral of Smoke

Cathedral of Smoke [🌀 Verse 1] Late night breeze with a copper moon glow Window half cracked and the room hung low Had a little folded weather tucked inside my grin Then the walls got lazy and the light rolled in Ash in the tray like stars gone dim Bass in my chest like a nighttime hymn I struck one spark and the whole room swayed Like the dark knew my name and the debt got paid ⸻ [☁️ Chorus] In a cathedral of smoke I was baptized slow By a green-tongued psalm only the lost ones know Little crowns of dusk and a velvet sky Had me driftin’ out soft through the back of my eye In a cathedral of smoke where the low flames lean I could hear old pain turn to something clean When the world gets hard and the air feels thin I go back to that hush where the light got in ⸻ [🌌 Verse 2] Saw a staircase float where the ceiling should be Made of amber drip and blue memory Every step said easy, every breath said wait Every locked-up sorrow had a rusted gate Then the little forest teachers came dressed in brown Wearin’ quiet gold where the sun drips down They didn’t need thunder, didn’t speak too fast Just turned my fear to soil and let the deep roots pass I heard the old echoes in the back of the beat All the names I carried fallin’ off my feet And the room bent open like a ripened peach Showin’ me a country words could never reach ⸻ [🔥 Hook] A paper full of morning and a tea-cup tide A matchbook of halos on the back side of my mind I don’t say it plainly, let the wise ones hear There’s a road made of color when the thin veil clears ⸻ [🌿 Verse 3] Smoke came curling like a grandmother’s hand Soft around the broken in a far-off land Wrapped my old bruised thinking in a cedar shawl Till the sharpest little voices didn’t cut at all Then the beat went dub and the time fell wide Saw my body sit still while my thoughtline glid Past the lamp, past the ache, past the little self-talk Out where the moon leaves silver on the midnight walk I could taste red thunder, I could smell blue rain Feel the whole sky breathing through my windowpane And the things I once feared in the corners of the room Turned to watchful flowers in a slow electric bloom ⸻ [🛌 Bridge / Dub Space] Was it in the paper? (Echo: “the paper…”) Was it in the leaf? (Echo: “in the leaf…”) Why the night felt sweeter than the grip of my grief? (Echo: “my grief…”) Was it in the teacup? (Echo: “the teacup…”) Was it in the flame? (Echo: “in the flame…”) Why the dark kept holdin’ me more tender than my name? (Echo: “my name…”) ⸻ [☁️ Chorus] In a cathedral of smoke I was baptized slow By a green-tongued psalm only the lost ones know Little crowns of dusk and a velvet sky Had me driftin’ out soft through the back of my eye In a cathedral of smoke where the low flames lean I could hear old pain turn to something clean When the world gets hard and the air feels thin I go back to that hush where the light got in ⸻ [🌅 Outro] Now I keep a small ember where the cold days stay And a little hidden weather for the harder way Cause the gift ain’t loud and it don’t need proof It just blooms in the silence and it softens truth I still walk earth with a human pace Still wear my name and my everyday face But somewhere behind it the colors still spoke And I carry that church in a cathedral of smoke