Tessellate The Night
Dust in the keyhole, clockwork sigh
Hands like gears in the glass moon's eye
Tick, tick, midnight bends
Ribbons of smoke where the pavement ends
Patterns fall like leaves in June
Lined-up figures beneath the blue moon
Your eyes are fractals, edges cut clean
Through the veil of cities we've never been
Tessellate the night, shift and spin
Pieces fall, where does it begin?
We crack the floor, shape the light
Into a puzzle only seen at night
Street lamp halos hum like bees
Whispers sewn in telephone trees
Laughter curves in alleys unseen
Lines in chalk where the shadows convene
Street lamp halos hum like bees
Whispers sewn in telephone trees
Laughter curves in alleys unseen
Lines in chalk where the shadows convene
Tessellate the night, fold it tight
Bend the edges to the left of sight
We build a maze in the pulse of the street
Lines in shock with rhythm and beat
Stitch the air, breathe it slow
Lines in sand where the wind will blow
Tessellate, tessellate, spiral down
We chase the echo as it spins around
Tessellate the night, make it whole
Pulling the pieces from pockets of soul
We're shapes in a mirror, bending the light
In a dance that only lives in the night
Tessellate the night
Tessellate the night
Fold, fold
Into the light
Hands like gears in the glass moon's eye
Tick, tick, midnight bends
Ribbons of smoke where the pavement ends
Patterns fall like leaves in June
Lined-up figures beneath the blue moon
Your eyes are fractals, edges cut clean
Through the veil of cities we've never been
Tessellate the night, shift and spin
Pieces fall, where does it begin?
We crack the floor, shape the light
Into a puzzle only seen at night
Street lamp halos hum like bees
Whispers sewn in telephone trees
Laughter curves in alleys unseen
Lines in chalk where the shadows convene
Street lamp halos hum like bees
Whispers sewn in telephone trees
Laughter curves in alleys unseen
Lines in chalk where the shadows convene
Tessellate the night, fold it tight
Bend the edges to the left of sight
We build a maze in the pulse of the street
Lines in shock with rhythm and beat
Stitch the air, breathe it slow
Lines in sand where the wind will blow
Tessellate, tessellate, spiral down
We chase the echo as it spins around
Tessellate the night, make it whole
Pulling the pieces from pockets of soul
We're shapes in a mirror, bending the light
In a dance that only lives in the night
Tessellate the night
Tessellate the night
Fold, fold
Into the light
Credits
Writer(s): Feral Melody
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