Timber & Time

[Verse 1]
The city hums low, a concrete lullaby,
But here, the blueprint whispers, where the unseen truths lie.
Another Scarborough solstice, the clock hand's slow climb,
Watching verdigris grow on the mic stand of time.
Searching for the grain, the joinery that holds,
These whispered histories, tougher than gold.

[Chorus]
4 AM, the timber talks, the words just fall,
This unseen labor, standing tall.
Each bar a shoring, against the city's sprawl,
A whispered truth, a silent call.

[Verse 2]
Fingers trace the scaffold of a life lived lean,
Past the jerk smoke, past the market's vibrant scene.
A phantom ache for parents, their sacrifices unseen,
Building futures from fragments, a quiet, resilient sheen.
Then the rhythm shifts, the internal rhyme takes hold,
A load-bearing narrative, brave and bold.

[Bridge]
No I-V-vi-IV, just a fractured chord,
A half-time heartbeat, newly restored.
This isn't flexing, no hollow boast adored,
It's the quiet dignity of work, deeply explored,
Each word a timber, precisely poured.

[Outro]
The studio breathes, a load-bearing sound,
On this hallowed ground.