[Lyric] In Wake Chelyabinsk (Augustine Esterhammer-Fic)

The sky shattered like a depth charge
He ran outside with his camera on just to find
The miracle of seeing nothing at all

And every paint chip and sidewalk tag
Alive among the wreckage
Of the everyday
Asserted itself:

"I am all I am
Colliding with myself
Pan to a sidewalk blowing away
And back to the sidewalk I grew up upon
I am all that is
Colliding with itself -
A quick drop in the mind of somebody else
And torn pages left folded in their shelves."

This is the way the world looks at me
(This is the way the world sees through me)
Does it recognize itself at all?
When he finds
When I find

The quiet song of dropped cloth becomes a deafening cry
The stone throw of a god away from ceasing to sound
(The miracle of hearing nothing at all)

And every thought that could've burned with the world
Is playing out its beauty through a shutter and a piece of glass
It's singing the through bones of every house in the world
And on the face of every neighbor looking up at the sky:

"I am all I am
Colliding with myself
Now pan to a sidewalk blowing away
And back to a sidewalk I grew up upon
I am all that is
Colliding with itself -
A quick drop in the mind of somebody else
And torn pages left folded in their shelves."

This is the way the world looks at me
Does it recognize itself at all?

A lost glove by the side of the road
Undeveloped film in my mother's basement