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Midnight hums like a wounded bell, Cigarettes bead rain on the sill. I trade a prayer for a borrowed light; Taxi steam makes a cross of night. Your name—incense, diesel, tar— I join the choir from the kerbside bar. We sing oh, oh, broken tongues, Stone hearts, beating drums; If grace won’t come, we’ll fake a dawn With coin-slot halos switching on. Stained-glass puddles oil my shoes, Amp-hum hymns, back-alley blues; You lean like scripture, chalk-dust grin— I swear devotion, you say “begin.” I crown your shadow, iron and lace, Kiss ash and metro-inked face. We sing oh, oh, broken tongues, Stone hearts, beating drums; If grace won’t come, we’ll rig the sun— Pull down shutters, strike it on. Take my vow, take my veins, Make a psalm from platform rain. We sing oh, oh, broken tongues— Hold me close, come undone; If heaven shuts, we’ll light the doors With borrowed neon, pay in scars.
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Midnight hums like a wounded bell Cigarettes glow where the sinners dwell I trade a prayer for a borrowed light Cathedral rain makes a cross of night Your name is incense on my tongue I join the choir of the undone We sing oh, oh, broken tongues Stone hearts, beating drums If grace won’t come, we’ll fake the sun In this midnight choir of broken tongues Stained‑glass puddles cut my shoes Hymns of feedback, alley blues You lean like scripture against the door I swear devotion, you ask for more I crown your shadow, iron and lace I kiss the ash on your sainted face We sing oh, oh, broken tongues Stone hearts, beating drums If grace won’t come, we’ll fake the sun In this midnight choir of broken tongues Take my vow, take my veins Make a psalm from city rain We sing oh, oh, broken tongues Hold me close, come undone If heaven shuts, we’ll kick it once With our midnight choir of broken tongues
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