Clock hands drift through the folds of a heavy curtain
Tracing the lights to say nothing here is certain
Dust settles on the spine of unread archive
How the ghosts of the city remain vividly alive
Coffee rings stain the ledger of the hours spent waiting
A geometry of silence that we're constantly creating
We map the echoes where the avenues converge
Finding the rhythm in the moment where the shadows emerge
The city exhales a plume of ink into the gray
We're just footprints where the water flows away
Silver ripples on the surface of a memory
We are drifting through the resonance of history
In the space between the words that we choose
There is nothing to gain and nothing to lose
Flowing like the ink into the white
Melting into geometry of night
Static hum in the marrow of the subway's roar
Calculated collisions in the marrow of the street
Where the concrete breathes under our tired feet
We are transient stains on a permanent canvas
Chasing the logic that the universe grants us
Every rhythm is a lesson in the art of letting go
Watching ink bleed where the heavy thoughts flow
It's a soulful math in the dark of the design
Learning how to live on the invisible line
Silver ripples on the surface of a memory
We are drifting through the resonance of history
In the space between the words that we choose
There is nothing to gain and nothing to lose
Flowing like the ink into the white
Melting into geometry of night
Just breathe
Everything breathes in the light
Everything breathes
In stillness
The geometry holds
The geometry holds
Breathe out the geometry holds
Just breathe