I walk the line where the hum don't rise
No storm to quiet
no sun to find
The static hangs in the steady light
No heavy weight
no spark to ignite
The clock rolls slow on a muted tide
I don't reach out
I don't hide
Sax hums low
All the loud things fade aloft
I hold the space between the two
It's just the shade of static moving through
No bitter truth
no sweet debut
A steady breath where the blues hang loose
I don't break down
It's just the shade of static moving through
No road to choose
no point to prove
The quiet hum sticks to my view
I don't sink low
The surface stays where the currents shift
No wound to mend
no gift to lift
I trace the tone that the air adrift
No final end
no promised gift
The notes they curl on a passive drift
I don't resist
I don't lift
Sax hums low
All the loud things fade aloft
I hold the space between the two
Nothing lost
nothing new
It's just the shade of static moving through
No bitter truth
no sweet debut
A steady breath where the blues hang loose
I don't break down
It's just the shade of static moving through
No road to choose
no point to prove
The quiet hum sticks to my view
I don't sink low
Shade of static
Just the hum moving through
No fall
Just the quiet truth
