Stained Glass Exit

(shhh) Two browser tabs still open in the dark

You count the exits,

searching for a spark Beside stained glass,

a dead mic on the stand You only call when night escapes

your hand (ohhh) And the silence starts to swell

Like a distant heavy bell

We are singing to an empty room

Holy electronic in the gloom

Under stained glass where the shadows fall You're the late-night friend who

has it all (yeah)

Only calling when the hours fade

In the sanctuary we made

Beside the dead mic... (shhh)