Dust and Grace

[Intro]
[Verse]
Clock strikes three, the city sleeps
Keys jingle, the secrets I keep
Fluorescent lights flicker in the hall
Shadows stretch against the wall
I find the beauty in the mundane
Washing away the corporate stain
Polished tiles reflect the soul
Making the fractured pieces whole
[Pre-Chorus]
Vinyl crackle in my ears
Drowning out the hidden fears
Gospel keys begin to play
Before the coming of the day
[Chorus]
I'm the curator of the dark
Leaving behind a quiet spark
Restoring what the world forgot
In this lonely office plot
It’s a secret act of grace
Polishing a hollow space
[Verse]
Open a drawer, find a faded note
Words of love that a daughter wrote
Paperclips and a crumpled receipt
Evidence of a small defeat
I straighten the pens and the stack
Giving the order and the focus back
It’s a liturgy in the dust
A quiet bond of sacred trust
[Hook]
(Scratch: "The midnight... the midnight...")
Muted trumpet in the hall
Shadows dancing on the wall
(Scratch: "Care... secret act... care")
Hear the gospel in the beat
Victory in the cold defeat
[Verse]
Mop head swirls in a rhythmic dance
Giving the lobby a second chance
The gospel piano begins to swell
Stories that only the silence can tell
Calloused palms and a weary spine
Drawing a clear and holy line
Between the chaos and the calm
My labor is a healing balm
[Bridge]
Piano loops and the crackle pops
The heart beats and the static drops
D minor vibes in the sub-bass deep
Promises that I have to keep
Every corner gets a prayer
I am the one who's always there
[Chorus]
I'm the curator of the dark
Leaving behind a quiet spark
Restoring what the world forgot
In this lonely office plot
It’s a secret act of grace
Polishing a hollow space
[Post-Chorus]
(Scratch: "Clean... so clean...")
Watch the morning light arrive
Proof that I am still alive
(Scratch: "The midnight... the midnight...")
Leave the keys beside the door
Until the night returns once more
[Outro]