Synapse Bloom

[Verse 1]
You wore a groove into the fretboard on that busted Silvertone,
Trying to bend that minor third into a place you'd call your own.
It's 4:13 AM on a Tuesday, the alley's breathing steam,
And you finally heard the harmony you only knew inside a dream.

[Chorus]
Oh, that synapse bloom,
A sudden quiet in the room.
It ain't about the note you found,
It's the brand new color of the sound.

[Verse 2]
Look at your own knuckles, all bone and stubborn wire,
The same tired hands that test the blood, now they're setting it on fire.
Lena whispered from the doorway, "Baby, what in the world was that?"
"You finally let the pressure go, you ain't never goin' back."

[Chorus]
Oh, that synapse bloom,
A sudden quiet in the room.
It ain't about the note you found,
It's the brand new color of the sound.

[Bridge]
The siren on King Drive is just a part of the chord now,
A broken piece of holiness you never could afford 'til now.

[Chorus]
Oh, that synapse bloom, (Countermelody: A new color, a new sound)
A sudden quiet in the room. (Countermelody: In the quiet, you are found)
It ain't about the note you found, (Countermelody: It's all around you now)
It's the brand new color of the sound. (Countermelody: The color of the sound)

[Outro]
Just the hum now...
Just the long slow hum...