Between The Yes and The Delay
v4
@Frank Gottwald
Between The Yes and The Delay
v4
@Frank Gottwald
Text
The Quiet Current
Verse 1
Dust on the strings of evening light,
Windows hum in blue,
A silver nerve beneath the skin
Draws a line from me to you.
No thunder splits the open sky,
No banners left to burn,
Only a pulse behind the walls
Waiting for its turn.
Verse 2
Streetlamps bloom like distant suns
Breathing through the rain,
Copper roots beneath the ground
Drinking in the same.
From broken cloud to restless bone,
From spark to fading star,
Something travels through the dark
Without a name or scar.
Pre-Chorus
Hold the air — it starts to bend,
Hear the hidden wires ascend…
Chorus
Soft as fire without a flame,
Calling us without a name,
In the space where shadows meet
Runs a quiet heat.
No confession, no decree,
Just a low frequency,
In the dark where none can see
Moves the quiet current.
Bridge
Between the yes and the delay,
Between the night and day,
A flicker slips the frame,
Unclaimed.
A flash across the inner sky —
Then only open sky.
Final Chorus
Soft as fire without a flame,
Calling us without a name,
In the space where shadows meet
Runs a quiet heat.
Under skin and under stone,
Through the marrow, through the bone,
In the hush of gravity
Turns the quiet current.
Verse 1
Dust on the strings of evening light,
Windows hum in blue,
A silver nerve beneath the skin
Draws a line from me to you.
No thunder splits the open sky,
No banners left to burn,
Only a pulse behind the walls
Waiting for its turn.
Verse 2
Streetlamps bloom like distant suns
Breathing through the rain,
Copper roots beneath the ground
Drinking in the same.
From broken cloud to restless bone,
From spark to fading star,
Something travels through the dark
Without a name or scar.
Pre-Chorus
Hold the air — it starts to bend,
Hear the hidden wires ascend…
Chorus
Soft as fire without a flame,
Calling us without a name,
In the space where shadows meet
Runs a quiet heat.
No confession, no decree,
Just a low frequency,
In the dark where none can see
Moves the quiet current.
Bridge
Between the yes and the delay,
Between the night and day,
A flicker slips the frame,
Unclaimed.
A flash across the inner sky —
Then only open sky.
Final Chorus
Soft as fire without a flame,
Calling us without a name,
In the space where shadows meet
Runs a quiet heat.
Under skin and under stone,
Through the marrow, through the bone,
In the hush of gravity
Turns the quiet current.
Musikstil
1970s inspired psychedelic rock, warm acoustic guitar foundation, prominent Hammond organ, subtle analog synth accents, melodic fretless-style bass feel, dynamic crescendos, reflective male vocal, atm
