cool air / soft pulse eyes closed / rooms open ideas stacking / no edges sound blooming in the absence private frequency breath against quiet walls no witness / no mirror just the hum beneath it all Sugar-light along the edge Copper air caught in my teeth Green notes falling sideways slow Warm glass humming underneath Every tone a weight and shade Every breath a different grain I don’t follow melody — I dissolve into the stain [PRE] Nothing lands the way it seems Flavor folds the shape of things [HOOK A] burning late-night hours not fire — just vibration thoughts spill sideways inside a hidden station skin listening silence turning liquid every small motion rings a little different Color — rhythm Heat — in the hue Something unfamiliar Moving through — through — through Same body New view Same body New view tea-scent air / low glow hands moving before meaning no map / no reason only the feeling of feeling Sound in the color Light in the room Every tone turning Turning the room absence of light — full of tone absence of voice — not alone absence of sleep — fully here breath turns into atmosphere Cold velvet across the wire Dry light flickers through my chest Bitter gold against my tongue Quiet pressure, never rest I don’t name it — let it move Let the edges rearrange What I hear turns into touch What I touch begins to change [HOOK B – BLEND] burning late-night hours sound without a center daylight draws the lines but the dark lets me enter Color — rhythm Heat — in the hue Something unfamiliar Moving through — through — through Same body New view same breath / new atmosphere Same body New view Sound in the color Light in the room Every tone turning Turning the room burning late-night hours private orbit / slow spin nothing to finish just the world within Soft chrome, pale flame No two tones the same Soft chrome, pale flame No two tones the same burning late-night hours No two tones the same
