Static Trackmares

Two stations left, but the tension stays high,

Locked in a mirror as the city glides by.

Main character energy, no words required,

A temporary spark in the wires wired.

Tiguidou… the train moves on,

A stranger’s shadow before the dawn.

Static hearts colliding in the underground frost,

Measuring the beauty in the moments lost.

Tiguidou… the orange line clears,

A single glance fading into years. (ooh)

Guy-Concordia drop, wet boots on the floor,

Aged paper scent spilling through the car door.

No cap, two ghosts trading static and lore,

A quiet connection at the core of the core.

Vagus nerve project, signal so tight,

Vanishing fast in the Montreal night.

Maybe we’re code in a recursive loop,

Two parallel tracks in a fractured group.

You step to the left,

I step to the right,

An unwritten story swallowed by the light.

Prochaine station… Ste-Catherine frost…

What disappears…

was never lost.

System off.

Tiguidou.