Mary E. Lowd - Wireframe Starfruit (Lyrics)

Mary E. Lowd - Wireframe Starfruit From the album "The Event Horizons on Loop" Lyrics: Most of what we think about isn't much Grocery lists and did I lock the door The same ten worries on rotation The ordinary keeps the lights on But it's not what I'm looking for (looking for) And then at 3 AM Between awake and not Something flickers past Like a gemstone in the dirt And I grab for it Rare thought (rare, rare) Rough and muddy when it surfaces Hold it to the light And turn it — turn it — there (right there) Did you see that? Rare thought (rare thought!) Can't manufacture it, can't schedule it It just shows up at 3 AM When I'm half awake And too tired to get in its way Rare thought And this one — this one's different (this one's different) This one isn't just a flash This one has a shape A structure I can almost see Like a starfruit made of wire Wires that spread apart and come back together And the spread is my life And the coming back together is my life And the middle where it all went wonky Where everything misaligned And the people fell away And the shape got lost — That was my life too (my life too) But the wires are converging now I can feel them in the dark Coming back Opal-opal-oh, pal-a-dium glow (ohhh) Ruby-rubi-ru, roll it slow (roll it slow) Sap-sapphire, fire in the flow (fi-ya, fi-ya) Am-am-amethyst, kiss the violet low (mmm-wah) Topaz-to-pa-to, toss that light (ahh-ha) Emer-emer-emerald, green so bright (so bright) Onyx-oh-nyx, night in a ring (night-ring) Dia-dia-diamond, let it sing (let it sing) Reality is unreal (is unreal) At the inflection point Where everything begins to change But nothing has changed yet at all Like being on fast-forward And paused at the same time (the same time) And I'm lying in the dark And the thought is hovering above me And it shouldn't make sense Nothing that arrives at 3 AM In the space between asleep and not Should make this much sense But I can see it (I can see it) The whole shape The starburst at the beginning That knocked everything sideways And the long wonky middle Where nothing lined up And now — right now — the wires Finding each other again New people in the old positions New love in the old shapes Coming back into focus Like a constellation assembling itself Out of stars I thought were random Rare thought (rare, rare) And I'm afraid to breathe (afraid to breathe) Because thoughts like this dissolve When you look at them too hard Thoughts like this are made Of the stuff between awake and sleeping And if I move — if I blink — But the morning comes (the morning comes) And the thought is still there Sitting in my chest like a gem I didn't dream Still glowing, still shaped Still the wireframe starfruit Still the wires converging And something really did click Something actually shifted In the dark while I was lying still And the ordinary looks different now (different now) Not because the ordinary changed But because I can see the shape it's part of And the shape is coming back together And the shape is beautiful And it's mine Rare thought (rare, rare) Worth the hundred ordinary nights Between the flashes Rare thought (rare, rare) The one that doesn't dissolve in the morning The one that stays And rearranges everything Without moving a single thing Rare thought Worth the whole dark (Worth the whole dark) The wires are converging (The wires are converging) And I can see the shape And the shape is mine And the shape is mine