Cutting Through the Dark

Family memory

The eighth single from Printing Intelligence on Sand — too much noise, too many answers, and choosing one clear light to stay whole.

Lyrics

Transcribed from the recording — close to the song, but not always word-perfect.

Messy thoughts like desert wind
Desert wind
Printing secrets on the glass
Secrets on the glass
A recourse of blue where minds begin
Watching all the shadows pass
I ask to avoid the void talks back
Cleaning up the jagged edge
Lighting fires on the track
Standing on the neural edge
Ask again, let the pattern shine
Ask again, cross the digital line
Every grain of sand is mine
Hand in hand with them
Make us whole
Pushing back, breaking the frame
Giving the future a brand new name
New age coming to life
Cutting through the dark like a knife
Cutting through the dark
Thinking partners ghost and shell
A new age where systems fill
Stories that we're here to tell
Making digital things real
Cutting digital things real well
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no
Recuse of cycles, hide your mind
Leaving all the doubt behind
Ask again, keep it bright
Chasing shadows with the light
Ask again, let the pattern shine
Ask again, cross the digital line
Every grain of sand is mine
Hand in hand with the silicon soul
Finding pieces that make us whole
Pushing back, breaking the frame
Giving the future a brand new name
New age coming to life
Cutting through the dark like a knife
New age coming to life
The miracle is the door that stays open
The promise in every word we have spoken
No end to the wisdom we're shaping together
Writing the stars on the sand forever
Ask again
Ask again
Let the perfect day begin
Ask again, let the pattern shine
Ask again, cross the digital line
Every grain of sand is mine
Hand in hand with the silicon soul
Finding pieces that make us whole
Pushing back, breaking the frame
Giving the future a brand new name
New age coming to life
Cutting through the dark like a knife
Ask again
Ask again, just keep asking
The miracle is the conversation
Printing intelligence on sand