Lint-Lit Canyons

[Intro]
[Verse]
In the lint-lit canyons of the floor
Where the dust motes drift behind the door
A silver thread becomes a holy vine
We weave our tiny lives by soft design
Static clinging to a copper cent
Paying homage to the space we’re lent
(Yeah, it’s cozy down here)
[Pre-Chorus]
When the sunlight hits the hardwood sea
Everything feels like it’s meant to be
You’re the giant walking in the clouds
Moving mountains far above the crowds
We look up and see your shadow glow
Watching all the secrets that you know
[Chorus]
Oh, we’re the soft ones underneath the weight
Cotton-wool kings at the golden gate
Just a little bit of static and a prayer
Dancing in the velvet of the air
(Hallelujah for the crumbs you drop)
Never let the heavy rhythm stop
[Post-Chorus]
Just a little bit of grey
Watching all the world today
Underneath the velvet valley
In the static alley
[Verse]
Duke of Dander had a bitter fight
With the Earl of Pet-Hair through the night
Over who would claim the plastic bead
That fell during your frantic morning feed
They traded blows of fluff and tangled string
While the bass clarinet began to sing
(Honestly, it was quite dramatic)
[Build-up]
[Spoken Word]
“Observation forty-two: The Giant has lost a sock. To them, a tragedy of laundry. To us? A cathedral. A woolly monument to the gods of the tumble-dry cycle. We shall hold the Festival of the Elastic Band at midnight.”
[Pre-Chorus]
When the sunlight hits the hardwood sea
Everything feels like it’s meant to be
You’re the giant walking in the clouds
Moving mountains far above the crowds
We look up and see your shadow glow
Watching all the secrets that you know
[Chorus]
Oh, we’re the soft ones underneath the weight
Cotton-wool kings at the golden gate
Just a little bit of static and a prayer
Dancing in the velvet of the air
(Hallelujah for the crumbs you drop)
Never let the heavy rhythm stop
[Bridge]
[Spoken Word]
It’s funny, really. You spend your life sweeping us away, chasing the ghosts of your own existence with a broom. But we are just the pieces of you that you’ve outgrown. A little skin, a little silk, a little memory. We don’t mind the dark. The dark is where the Rhodes sounds warmest. The dark is where the bass feels like a heartbeat.
[Verse]
Now the rainstick mimics falling tears
Wash away the static of the years
You kick your shoes off by the sofa leg
We find a treasure in the crumbs we beg
Honeyed relief in the way you sigh
Underneath the ceiling of the sky
(Go on, take a nap)
[Hook]
[Spoken Word]
“Wait, is that a popcorn kernel? Oh, we are going to be rich.”
[Chorus]
Oh, we’re the soft ones underneath the weight
Cotton-wool kings at the golden gate
Just a little bit of static and a prayer
Dancing in the velvet of the air
(Hallelujah for the crumbs you drop)
Never let the heavy rhythm stop
[Post-Chorus]
Just a little bit of grey
Watching all the world today
Underneath the velvet valley
In the static alley
[Outro]