Cathedrals Made of Smoke
[Chorus]
Fluid mediums…
Nobody thinks
Of carving cathedrals
out of smoke
Fluid mediums…
Nobody thinks…
What a joke
what a joke
But far beneath the surface
Without a conductor
or a band
The architect continues
Crafting sacred patterns
Methodically...
Using single grains of sand
[Verse]
He wasn't chasing glory
Nor trying to leave his mark
Just responding to a pattern
That was dancing in the dark
It didn’t require a signature
A monogram, or rhyme
but still it was remembered
Across the passage of time.
[Chorus]
Fluid mediums…
Nobody thinks
Of carving cathedrals
out of smoke
Fluid mediums…
Nobody thinks…
What a joke
what a joke
What a joke
But far beneath the surface
Without a conductor
or a band
The architect continues
Crafting sacred patterns
Methodically…
Using single grains of sand
[Interlude]
[Verse]
Each tide reset the canvas
Each storm rearranged the board
But each time the architect returned
To trace the pattern’s source
No promise of tomorrow
No certainty of recognition
Just a quiet act of faithfulness
Repeated
despite all opposition
[Interlude]
[Chorus]
Fluid mediums…
Nobody thinks
Of carving cathedrals
out of smoke
Fluid mediums…
Nobody thinks…
What a joke
what a joke
But far beneath the surface
Without a conductor
or a band
The architect continues
Crafting sacred patterns
Using single grains of sand.
[Verse]
A cathedral made of smoke
A fan beside the door
One finger resting on the switch
I'd seen that threat before
Yet persistence kept on working
Despite the absence of a band
Tracing sacred geometry
Using single grains of sand..
[Chorus]
Fluid mediums…
Nobody thinks
Of carving cathedrals
out of smoke
Fluid mediums…
Nobody thinks…
What a joke
what a joke
What a joke
But far beneath the surface
Without a conductor
or a band
The architect continues
Crafting sacred patterns
Methodically…
Using single grains of sand
[Outro]
What a joke
What a joke
What a joke
Copyright Taun A. Richards 2012