Thermal Bridge

[Verse 1]
(A cappella)
The N91’s headlights sweep across the ceiling.
His thumb finds a loose thread on the armchair's welting.

(Instruments enter)
October hums at three forty-seven,
a low-frequency voltage through the room.
The words just left his mouth without permission,
a sudden crack in the structural gloom.

[Chorus]
A thermal bridge across the quiet.
The heat just bleeds right through the pane.
A hairline fault line in the aggregate,
the sound of coming winter rain.

[Verse 2]
She traces condensation on the glass,
a blurry map of Caledonian Road.
Her silence has a calculated mass,
a carefully distributed load.
"That's a lot," she says to the window's night,
a signal sent to somewhere else instead.

[Chorus]
A thermal bridge across the quiet.
The heat just bleeds right through the pane.
A hairline fault line in the aggregate,
the sound of coming winter rain.

[Bridge]
A cantilevered sentence in the air,
holding its own impossible weight.
A tensile test on ninety seconds of static and repair.

[Outro]
The boiler clicks and sighs, a tired static.
He pulls the loose thread till it breaks.