Knot of Noise

[Verse 1]
The floorboards groan, a worn-out stitch beneath the beat.
A tangled weave of bodies, finds its rhythm in the street.
No perfect pattern here, just raw edges in the air.
A fleeting tapestry of trust, beyond all daily care.

[Chorus]
In this holy fray, we're tangled threads.
A woven wall, where every broken spirit mends.
Catching strangers, prayers unsaid.
This mosh pit church, a knot of noise inside my head.

[Verse 2]
Stage light bleeds, a shimmering dye on sweat-soaked hair.
Dust motes dance like tiny olives, suspended in the glare.
Each jostled breath, a fragile knot, defying hidden snare.
A quiet strength unspools, beyond the frantic, fervent stare.

[Bridge]
Like ancient olive branches, swaying in a sudden, wild wind's grace.
This fleeting fabric, stitched by noise, finds truth within this space.
A silent promise, loosely woven, across a stranger's face.

[Outro]
Then silence falls, a sudden, clean tear in the sound.
But every caught thread whispers, 'You were found'.