Torricellian Void

[Verse 1]
The dust motes dance in a slant of sun
from the west window on Hondo Pass.
I watch your thumb trace the seam on his Levi's,
a silent language the quiet has.

[Chorus]
This room is a chapel, this silence a prayer.
And the mercury's climbing a millimeter.

[Verse 2]
At 9:14 PM, the freight train from Santa Teresa
makes all of my delicate needles shake.
You whispered, "Stay," like a fault line adjusting,
a promise the stillness is going to break.

[Chorus]
This room is a chapel, this silence a prayer.
And the mercury's climbing a millimeter.

[Bridge]
Some force is measured in inches, in bars.
Some you just feel in the give of a hand.
A low-pressure warning that nobody's reading,
a storm only I understand.

[Chorus]
This room is a temple, your silence my prayer!
And the mercury's broken the glass on the stair!

[Outro]
A drop in the atmosphere.
A change in the air.