Glass Cathedral

歌詞

Skin like a secret. Tracing the architecture of silence. Fingertips map the ridge beneath the surface. A geography no one ever named. The dip where shadows pool like perfume, A valley carved from longing and from rain. Not a touch — a translation. Not a kiss — a cartography. Closer to the bone... Closer to the fault... Lay your mouth on the Velvet Collarbone! Where the pulse hums a frequency unknown! We are inches from the fracture! Tracing want along the edges of the hollow! Streetlight spills across the clavicle. Gold leaf on a living altar. Your breath — a ghost across the ridge, Developing the photograph of hunger. Not a touch — a translation. Not a kiss — a cartography. Closer to the bone... Closer to the fault... Lay your mouth on the Velvet Collarbone! Where the pulse hums a frequency unknown! We are inches from the fracture! Tracing want along the edges of the hollow! There is a language spoken only by the collarbone. It says: I am the most honest part of the body. I cannot hide. The ridge remains after the hands forget.