© Copyright 2026 - Peter PHIR! You walked in, dusk on your coat Pine smoke in your hair Gold dust slept on the windowsill Static in the air Old floorboards took your weight The lamp bent soft and tired I reached beside the speaker cone And touched the red wire Your eyes held back a whole storm front Mine gave the secret first My throat was full of unsent prayers My hands were full of thirst Chest spark Room sway Name low Night wakes I hold the red wire It wakes me alive I hold the red wire It wakes me alive Now we’re all neon and witness All silhouette and flame A hundred faces drink the dark And lean into my name That red wire under my skin Turns fear into desire Turns silence into a blade of light A low and holy fire Everybody wants the omen Nobody wants the ache I smile like I invented calm What a beautiful mistake Quick-breath, bright-teeth, pulse in the pavement, split-second shimmer Crossfade, blood-rush, tongue-tied thunder, saint-sinned sinner Then I stop Then I breathe Let the beat Bare its teeth Pulse high Eyes blaze Step wide No shame I hold the red wire It wakes me alive I hold the red wire It keeps me alive Before the rooms Before the praise Before I learned To love the blaze That red wire was a vein of night A road beneath my ribs I followed it through broken years And found out what still lives Not borrowed light Not borrowed choir I built my name Inside the fire I hold the red wire It wakes me alive I hold the red wire It wakes me alive Now the red wire runs through everyone lit up tonight I hold the red wire It wakes me alive © Copyright 2026 - Peter PHIR!
