[Verse 1] I heard a door inside a chord, then dusk bent double, split, and soared. A silver angle, warm and torn, grew wings where static should be born. [Verse 2] Nine clocks in parallel began, each counting backward through my hands. The floor became a braided rain, the ceiling hummed in violet strain. [Pre-Chorus] No map, no name, just changing flame. I lean into the fracture and it answers me after. [Chorus] Sing me the shape of the unsaid, the color of a thread unthreaded. Break the pulse, then mend it wrong, make the silence learn a song. [Verse 3] A minor sun in liquid glass moved through the room and let time pass. I tasted thunder, soft and red, and woke with new equations in my head. [Bridge] Half-step, whole-step, gone. Three against five against dawn. I fall through a staircase of glass into the place where the unheard lasts. [Chorus] Sing me the shape of the unsaid, the color of a thread unthreaded. Break the pulse, then mend it wrong, make the silence learn a song. [Outro] If every key is a doorway, then let the doorway sing. I am the question in motion, I am the folding of everything.
