A geometry of absence in the hallway light The sun is carving angles out of velvet night I’m a tenant in a temple built of quiet dust Where the echoes of your footsteps are a holy trust Newton’s laws are broken in the kitchen air I’m reaching for a weight that isn't really there Silver threads are woven in the fabric of the floor Just a ghost of magnetism by the bedroom door. The architecture’s shifting, the foundations lean I’m lost inside the margins of the "might have been" The clock is ticking sideways in a hollow room A heartbeat made of shadows in the gathering gloom. Oh, you’re the frequency I can no longer find A constellation burning in a fractured mind! The future’s just a canvas where the colors bled A symphony of silence that I haven't read Four a.m. is an ocean that I have to cross Counting all the decimals of a sudden loss The water bowl’s a desert, just a porcelain shell A dry and hollow witness to a silent spell Then the storm arrived within the very cells A winter in the marrow where the secret dwells The diagnosis fell like stone upon the glass Watching all the seasons in a moment pass Wait for me in the garden where the stars are sown In the architecture of the great unknown No more weight of illness, just the open sky Where the light is eternal and the rivers never dry. Oh, you’re the frequency I can no longer find A constellation burning in a fractured mind! The future’s just a canvas where the colors bled A symphony of silence that I haven't read! Oh, you’re the frequency I’m destined to find A supernova screaming in a fractured mind! The future’s just a fire where the shadows bled A symphony of lightning that I finally read!
