Prism

Verse 1)
The clock on the wall is a deep shade of blue
Every second a raindrop, falling right through
I’m dissecting the silence, I’m reading the air
The molecules tremble because I am there
I see the equations in the steam of my tea
A cold geometric complexity
The world is too loud, and the colors too bright
I’m mapping the shadows in the middle of light.
(Chorus)
Oh, I’m hearing the neon, I’m tasting the grey
The static is humming the things you don’t say
Caught in the logic, lost in the feel
The ghost in the data is making it real
I’m a heart in a fever, a mind on a wire
Turning the cold math into a fire.
(Verse 2)
Your voice is a texture, like velvet and sand
I’m holding the frequency here in my hand
One wrong vibration, the glass starts to crack
I’ve memorized patterns and there’s no turning back
I’m building a bridge out of numbers and bone
In a crowded room, I’m a high-speed alone
The beauty is heavy, it’s pulling me down
A kingdom of lightning, a paper-thin crown.
(Chorus)
Oh, I’m hearing the neon, I’m tasting the grey
The static is humming the things you don’t say
Caught in the logic, lost in the feel
The ghost in the data is making it real
I’m a heart in a fever, a mind on a wire
Turning the cold math into a fire.
(Bridge)
Break it down to the binary, the pulse and the beat
Where the sharpest of edges and the softest dreams meet
I’m not breaking, I’m just tuned so high
That I can see music written across the sky.
(Guitar Solo / Melodic Interlude)
(Chorus)
Oh, I’m hearing the neon, I’m tasting the grey
The static is humming the things you don’t say
Caught in the logic, lost in the feel
The ghost in the data is making it real
I’m a heart in a fever, a mind on a wire
Turning the cold math into a fire.
(Outro)
Indigo whispers...
The sum of the parts...
A symphony written
In analytical hearts.
(Fade out on a soft, golden hum)

Dark, Bass, Heavy Beat, Slow Tempo, Emotional fragile Male Vocals, Melancholic Cello,High Drama, Sub Bass, melodic Piano