The Fourth Watch

[Verse 1]
The 4:18 AM light cuts a chalk line on the floor
From the gap in the blinds on their Fishtown second story door.
He watches the dust motes baptize in the beam,
Lying perfectly still, caught inside the waking dream.
Her breathing is a rhythm, slow and deep and low,
The only gospel that he'll ever need to know.

[Chorus]
And with a trembling finger, he follows the design,
A single silver stitch just above her left eye.
A tailor's perfect error, a beautifully crooked seam,
The holiest relic he has ever seen.

[Verse 2]
He remembers the story she told him in the rain,
“Fell off my brother’s bike on Westmoreland Lane.”
The cool linoleum against her nine-year-old cheek,
A scar for a secret she promised she would keep.
He traces the memory that isn't his to own,
A history written in delicate bone.

[Chorus]
And with a trembling finger, he follows the design,
A single silver stitch just above her left eye.
A tailor's perfect error, a beautifully crooked seam,
The holiest relic he has ever seen.

[Bridge]
No stained glass window, no cathedral dome,
Just the weight of her hand makes this row-house a home.
This is the service, the altar, the call,
In the pre-dawn quiet, he surrenders all.

[Outro]
That single silver stitch…
That beautifully crooked seam…