Second Verse is Hardest For Me

[verse 1] we open with a room with a lamp left on with a table set for whoever comes along a place, a face a weather in the glass a little bit of future wearing something from the past verse one says come in take the weight off your name there’s a chair by the window there’s a match for the flame we don’t show the whole sky we just open the door leave a few golden crumbs on the kitchen floor [pre-chorus] then we hint then we glow let the hidden river start to show not the lightning just the line where the storm begins to decorate time we bait the breath we bend the air make them feel something waiting there [chorus] make the hook shimmer make the hook rhyme make it ring and ring and ring through their minds let it come back different every time it returns same little lantern but a new kind of burn make the hook shimmer make the hook climb make it ring and ring and ring through their minds [verse 2] then we open it wider find another door same little room but there’s stars in the floor second verse is hardest because now they can see the shape of the promise and what it might be so give them the familiar then tilt it in light make the ordinary feel chosen tonight another angle another sign a silver thread pulled through the spine of the line [pre-chorus] then we hint then we glow let the hidden river start to show not the answer just the chime of something moving under time we bait the breath we bend the air make them feel something waiting there [chorus] make the hook shimmer make the hook rhyme make it ring and ring and ring through their minds let it come back different every time it returns same little lantern but a new kind of burn make the hook shimmer make the hook climb make it ring and ring and ring through their minds [bridge] now the bridge appears with its hands full of wire trying to carry one fire to another fire we could cross it clean we could keep it polite we could decorate distance with a little bit of light but maybe this bridge isn’t a bridge anymore maybe it’s a window maybe it’s a shore maybe it’s the moment the blueprint slips and the song feels stars on its fingertips [music glitches, expands, becomes cosmic] [breakdown] here is the denouement denouement denouement here is the coda soft as a code left on the table when the last guest goes here is the gift here is the room here is the lamp becoming the moon here is the hook coming loose from the line here is the song learning how to be time [build] music is a way to decorate time to hang little lanterns inside the mind it can be anything you dream into shape a door in the wall a key in the tape let the song be more than what came before let it find the window then become the door let it be the thing you kept trying to find the impossible color at the edge of your mind find the music find the story find the images scattered across the table make it all make it everything make the myth if you are able all the scraps all the sparks all the ghosts you underlined make the thing you wished existed but could not find [outro] make the hook shimmer make the hook rhyme let it ring and ring and ring through their minds now the room is empty now the stars are kind now the song is something you could not find so you made it you made it you made it [magical outro, slowly fading into silence]