[Verse 1] The geography is fractured, see the spill of heavy wine Where the vintage isn’t grapes, it’s a darker, thick design The pavement’s eating garments that were occupied at dawn Now they’re just the folded shadows on a charcoal-colored lawn I’m a needle in the haystack, dodging magnets in the wind While the architecture stutters where the mortar’s been thinned I see the spilled-out contents of a temple made of clay Like a broken kiln of memories that were fired yesterday Stepping over ribbons that were once a steady pulse Now they’re just the crimson accents in a logic that’s convulse It’s a city of the statues, but the marble’s turned to wool And the gravity is hollow where the spirit used to pull Tracing the calligraphy of a jagged, iron quill Writing verses in the valley where the echoes never chill. [Chorus] The thunder isn't nature, it’s the iron in the clouds We’re weaving through the echoes, avoiding all the shrouds Hold your breath till the ringing stops, find the open lane Between the fire and the fury, the pressure and the pain Keep the pulse rhythmic, keep the spirit out of sight We’re just dodging the shadows to make it to the light. [Verse 2] The tailor made of tungsten did a fitting in the street Left the wardrobe all unravelled where the seam and sorrow meet I see the heavy pigments on a canvas made of grit Like a painter dropped his palette and the world was part of it There are shapes within the rubble that are reminiscent things Like a clock without the ticking or a bird without the wings Just the upholstery of a person, scattered in the breeze Hanging like the winter fruit from the skeletal trees I’m a ghost among the hollows, navigating through the void In a gallery of whispers that the pressure has destroyed The geometry is jagged, see the angles out of place Where the architecture’s trying to recall a human face It’s the science of the sudden, it’s the math of the depart When the metal meets the softness of the center of the heart. [Chorus] The thunder isn't nature, it’s the iron in the clouds We’re weaving through the echoes, avoiding all the shrouds Hold your breath till the ringing stops, find the open lane Between the fire and the fury, the pressure and the pain Keep the pulse rhythmic, keep the spirit out of sight We’re just dodging the shadows to make it to the light. [Bridge] The street is just a laundry mat of heavy, soaked attire Waiting for a sun that isn't fashioned out of fire The souls are like the steam rising off the cooling lead Leaving just the metaphors to rest inside the bed One step for the living, two steps for the gone Moving through the twilight to the logic of the dawn. [Breakdown] The scarlet thread is tangled. The porcelain is cracked. The image of the owner. The items that they packed. Don't stare at the embroidery. Don't linger on the stain. Just listen for the heartbeat through the rhythm of the rain. [Chorus] The thunder isn't nature, it’s the iron in the clouds We’re weaving through the echoes, avoiding all the shrouds Hold your breath till the ringing stops, find the open lane Between the fire and the fury, the pressure and the pain Keep the pulse rhythmic, keep the spirit out of sight We’re just dodging the shadows to make it to the light. [Outro] The ink is running deep through the gutters of the town A novel without pages being written upside down I’m the only one still reading. The library is closed. The secrets of the velvet. Completely exposed. Fiasco. Static. The end of the line.