[Intro] [Hypnotic guitar picking begins. Shakers create a steady rhythmic pulse.] [Verse 1] I see the pattern in the movement of the dust, A slow-speed ritual of logic and of trust. I’m weaving shadows on a circular frame, A thousand versions of a single name. The air is cooling and the mercury is low, I’m the only direction that the wind won't blow. I don't require a candle or a spark, I’m the architect of the deliberate dark. [Chorus] I’m on the loom of the night! Working the weave out of sight! The future is a fabric I’ve come to design! Every single syllable is perfectly mine! The loom! The night! [Verse 2] I see the lattice in the falling snow, A slow-speed ritual of what we know. The thread is pulling through the copper wire, Igniting the rhythm of an inner fire. I am the shadow in the center of the hall, A precise collision that will never fall. You can't quantify the margin I keep, Waking the logic while the sleepers sleep. [Bridge] Around and around. The pattern is set. No regret. [Chorus] I’m on the loom of the night! Working the weave out of sight! The future is a fabric I’ve come to design! Every single syllable is perfectly mine! The loom! The night! [Outro] [Tambourine continues for a few bars then stops abruptly.] Around and around. The thread is tight.
