Beautiful Riot

[Indigo Hours]

The city holds its breath in indigo light,

Three-oh-four, the static hum is my only guide.

Velvet friction under tires on the wet asphalt,

A million windows sleeping, finding no fault.

I'm tracing the grid of a world that went quiet,

Inside the temporal drift, a beautiful riot.

We're just ghosts in the glow, waiting for the sun to rise,

Lost in the temporal drift under wide-open skies.

Between the isolation and the connection we seek,

The silence is the only language we can speak.

Indigo hours, holding the world in my hands,

Building a castle out of neon and sand.

Building a castle out of neon and sand.

A lone siren screams from fifteen blocks away,

The only jagged edge in the smooth decay.

My shadow is a twin, stretching out on the glass,

Watching the ghosts of the morning traffic pass.

No one is looking, so I finally see clear,

The weight of the silence, and the absence of fear.

Don't wake up yet, the morning is a lie,

I'd rather live forever in this indigo sky.

Temporal drift... (temporal drift...)

Lost in the static... (static...)

We're just ghosts in the glow, waiting for the sun to rise,

Lost in the temporal drift under wide-open skies.

Between the isolation and the connection we seek,

The silence is the only language we can speak.

Indigo hours, holding the world in my hands,

Building a castle out of neon and sand.

Building a castle out of neon and sand.

Indigo hours...

Mmm-hmmm...

Temporal drift...

Mmm-hmmm...

(Velvet friction)