Metaphysical Pop

Silver in the static, midnight in the frame Clouds are hanging from the ceiling, nothing stays the same Black hoodie, pale orbit, heartbeat in delay I can hear the empty future breathing through the gray Pictures of a nowhere, drifting in a room Tiny little galaxies are curling through the gloom I don’t need an answer, I don’t need a god Just a pulse to keep me moving when the world is looking odd If I’m only light bent out of shape Why do I still want your waveform? If we’re only names the silence made Why does your voice feel so warm? Turn the void into a dancefloor Let it shimmer, let it drop If the truth is out of focus We can make it metaphysical pop Kiss the dark until it flashes Spin me slow and never stop If we’re falling out of meaning We can call it metaphysical pop Metaphysical pop Metaphysical pop Out of all this broken signal We can make it metaphysical pop Every little question turns to glitter when it breaks Every lonely echo leaves a color in its wake Maybe I’m a copy of a dream I used to know Maybe you’re the afterimage teaching me to glow Floating through the margins, dancing off the grid There’s a kind of beauty in the things that never fit We are blurry angels in a soft electric rain Wearing all our distance like a diamond on a chain If I’m only thought inside a thought Why do your eyes pull me under? If the soul is just a moving spark Why do you feel like thunder? Turn the void into a dancefloor Let it shimmer, let it drop If the truth is out of focus We can make it metaphysical pop Kiss the dark until it flashes Spin me slow and never stop If we’re falling out of meaning We can call it metaphysical pop Metaphysical pop Metaphysical pop Out of all this broken signal We can make it metaphysical pop Maybe heaven is a frequency Maybe love is just a lens Maybe all the fractured symmetry Only wants to bloom again No beginning, no conclusion Just a body, just a beat If eternity is an illusion Let it move me from my feet Turn the void into a dancefloor Let it shimmer, let it drop If the truth is out of focus We can make it metaphysical pop Hold the night until it opens Lift me up above the shock If we’re nothing but a moment Let us burn in metaphysical pop Metaphysical pop Metaphysical pop When the world dissolves to color I become your metaphysical pop