Fractured Spectrum

I wake where the room forgets its shape

All silver dust and borrowed names

My hands draw maps on the ceiling

Every line turns soft and strange

I kept a note from the future

But it came back

rearranged

You said the air had a rhythm

I said the floor could sing

If the walls begin to lean

Let them lean into me

If the ceiling starts to breathe

I will not leave

Turn the wrong into wonder

Bend the night till it opens

I can feel the world come undone

Still I am holding on

Turn the wrong into wonder

Make a door from the broken (ah ah) (ooh) (ah ah)

The staircase folds like paper The clocks pour down the drain I

wear the sound of weather Like a coat without a name You

find me in the static

Bright with impossible rain

For one clear second

I hear my own name

Not from a mouth But from the frame I step through anyway

Turn the wrong into wonder

Bend the night till it opens

I can feel the world come undone

Still I am holding on

Turn the wrong

into wonder

Make a door from the broken

Still I am holding on Make a door from the broken I

am holding on (ooh)