Three Dot Gospel

[Verse 1]
The 1:12 AM train shakes the dust from the window pane
And the only light in here is your name
I watch the screen for the digital proof
Three dots appear, then vanish. That's the truth.

[Chorus]
You're the limit I can't reach, baby, it's divine
This three dot gospel on a telephone line
An asymptote kiss, always getting closer
This holy hesitation is my only closure.

[Verse 2]
Your hands on the keys are a ghost in the code
Building a bridge to a place we can't go
It almost said, "I miss the Ohio summer rain,"
Then you solve for x and delete it all again.

[Bridge]
(Hammond organ swells, gospel choir enters underneath)
I don't need the answer, just the space between
The holiest silence I have ever seen.

[Chorus]
You're the limit I can't reach, baby, it's divine
This three dot gospel on a telephone line
An asymptote kiss, always getting closer
This holy hesitation is my only closure.

[Outro]
(Music strips back to a filtered pocket groove. Bass and drums only. Vocals are hushed.)
My only closure... yeah...
(Music completely cuts. 4 seconds of silence.)

[Coda]
(Full band, horns, and choir crash back in, triumphant and loud.)
SING THE GOSPEL! On a telephone line!