Isogloss Blue

[Verse 1]
(A cappella)
My thumb traces the glass just above your last name
(A cappella)
A new entry, a new signal, starting a new game
(Beat drops)
The Navy Yard cranes are sketching rust on the twilight
And I'm mapping your coordinates in this phone's blue light

[Chorus]
I'm typing you in, slow, like a prayer or a code
Drawing a blue line on a new kind of road
Defining a border my whole world will sit behind
A new legend for a map of my mind

[Verse 2]
Remember the Folly pier, the pluff mud smell on the breeze?
The way the cicadas hummed static in the live oak trees?
You said, "This city holds its breath right before a storm"
My phone in my palm is feeling impossibly warm

[Chorus]
I'm typing you in, slow, like a prayer or a code
Drawing a blue line on a new kind of road
Defining a border my whole world will sit behind
A new legend for a map of my mind

[Bridge]
I spent six years decoding static and hiss
Never knew a clear signal could resonate like this

[Outro]
Saved. True north found in the font.
Contact saved.