08 - Synthetic sunrise

Woke up in a color I don't know the name of Static clouds are drifting where the sky should be Everything feels borrowed, everything feels almost Like a photograph of something meant for me The city hums in colors made of copper wire Every window flickers with a stranger's light I'm walking slow through streets that feel like static fire Waiting for a version of the morning that feels right Sunrise. Static. Silence. Glow. Fading. Rising. Letting go. Synthetic. Distant. Warm. Unknown. Sunrise. Static. Home. Maybe I invented half the light I'm chasing Maybe every sunrise is a loop I wrote myself Still I keep on walking, still I keep on facing Colors that are painted for nobody else The static in my chest is quiet now, not loud Every heartbeat matches every pulse of light I'm not sure if I'm awake or just allowed To dream in colors borrowed from the artificial night Sunrise. Static. Silence. Glow. Fading. Rising. Letting go. Synthetic. Distant. Warm. Unknown. Sunrise. Static. Home. Synthetic sunrise, over me Synthetic sunrise, set me free Synthetic sunrise, all I see Synthetic sunrise, over me Sunrise. Static. Silence. Glow. Fading. Rising. Letting go. Synthetic. Distant. Warm. Unknown. Sunrise. Static. Home. Sunrise. Static. Silence. Glow. Fading. Rising. Letting go. Synthetic. Distant. Warm. Unknown. Sunrise. Static. Home. Synthetic sunrise, over me Synthetic sunrise, set me free Even borrowed light can set me free