Velvet Quietude Lyrics

Porcelain hands unwind the years

Chandelier bones creak in low gear

Curtains exhale their velvet disease

(oh)

Your face in the rot-stitched mirror

Eight-count waltz pressed between pages

Wallpaper blooms with forgotten gestures

Dust motes carve your name in light

(in light)

Three spins left in the clockwork night

Every ghost needs a refrain

(oh)

We dance the ache between poured wax and flame

Trumpet valves whisper through grates

Floorboards relearn their original weight

(oh)

Fingertip constellations

Map where the plaster still warm

Portrait eyes drink the formaldehyde storm

Rotating frame fractures sevenways

(sevenways)

Moth-wing hours clog the pendulum throat

The fifth step always cracks

Where you stopped mid-turn

Where the floor still lacks

(lacks)

Dust motes carve your name in light

(in light)

Three spins left in the clockwork night

Every ghost needs a refrain

(oh)

We dance the ache between poured wax and flame

White gloves spin the mirrored plinth

(spin)

Footprints sift through their alibis

(three words)