[Intro] A geometry never drafted begins tracing our corners… [Verse 1] Walls measure themselves against an absent blueprint Streetlamps incline toward a gravity that isn’t local Stairs ascend one step further than physics allows Footfalls arrive before the walker does [Chorus] We arrived late to the architecture The blueprint was already breathing Corners fold inward with meticulous care And something on the reverse side Adjusts its posture to match ours [Verse 2] Pages turn in volumes that lack spines Reflections lag by the length of one withheld breath Children sketch arches that curve against the draft Windows regard us with the patience of stone [Bridge] It calibrates the interval Between outline and occupancy Between silhouette and the silhouette’s refusal to align [Final Chorus] We arrived late to the architecture The blueprint exhales slowly now Corners fold inward with exquisite courtesy Tonight the frame forgets its own edges And learns the exact shape of intrusion [Outro]
