The Shape of Quiet
She watches the screen fade to blue
Five in the morning,
nothing left to do
There is a bump in the plot on the page A tiny
spark on a silent stage
She holds her breath,
the numbers align
A secret shape in the fabric of time
Just one hour
to keep it close
Before the world demands the ghost
One hour alone with the weight of the sky
No one to ask me how or why
We found the thread that holds the stars
One hour alone in the dark! (ahhh)
Now the coffee is cold,
the sun starts to break And the giants of theory are waking
awake
She closes her eyes,
lets the code run free
It is ours... Just for now...