0008 Whispered Geometry

(ahh) (ooh) I stir the room with a low blue chord Dust in the

window turns soft and warm Your name moves slow through the copper

air I let it land and I leave it there Tabletop heartbeat,

cup on wood Nothing is broken,

nothing is good I keep my hands where the daylight ends Counting

the turns that the silence bends Lean a little closer to the

strange light Lose a little language in the half time If the

floor keeps turning, let it turn now

I can feel the answer but it won't shout

Stay in the soft turn with me

Where the room swings quietly Hold to the offbeat dream

Low and loose, slow and clean Stay when the long notes lean

Warm as a late blue screen

We don't have to speak so deep Move with the little things

I took the side street thought and folded it small Kept it

in my jacket through the rise and the fall Hammond in the

back room, turning dust into gold Kick and rim talking low,

never doing what's told You laugh through your teeth and the night

gets thin A half-step crooked grin letting clean air in I trace

that whole tone line till the edges blur Then the band drops

out and I come back to her Ah,

the ceiling bends in silver lines Ah,

the hour

spills and rewrites time

I go weightless in

your gentle

key You go drifting back inside of me Stay in the soft

turn with me Where the room swings quietly Hold to the offbeat

dream Low and loose,

slow and clean Stay when the long notes lean Warm as the

lamp between We don't have to speak so deep Move with the

little things (ooh) stay with me

Slow and clean (ahh) little things