Krog Street Art: A Living, Breathing Wall

Lyrics

[Intro]
You breathe damp concrete.
You breathe the sharp ghost of aerosol.
A hundred yards of cool, wet lung under the railroad tracks.

[Verse 1]
I walk in from the Cabbagetown side.
The sun gives up at your mouth.
And the air goes still, heavy with today’s color.
Yesterday’s mural is already a ghost, a rumor under a layer of wet black.
A fresh tag drips, still gleaming.

[Verse 2]
Someone was here an hour ago.
Maybe they came with a broken heart, maybe a political fire.
Left a hurried stencil of a bird in flight.
By morning, that bird will be a memory.
Swallowed by a wave of chrome or a declaration of love.

[Chorus]
You are a living, breathing wall.
Your skin is never dry, always becoming.
You don't hold a single memory for long.
Just the urgent color of right now, and the rumble in your bones.

[Verse 3]
There are inches of stories here.
A birthday wish from March 2008, buried deep.
Under a protest sign from last Tuesday.
Under a marriage proposal from Saturday night.
Every layer a voice, painted over by another voice.
A conversation where no one waits for a reply.

[Bridge]
My footsteps answer back, a soft percussion.
This is your echo.
This is the sound of one person passing through.
Listening to the silent shouts on the walls.

[Chorus]
You are a living, breathing wall.
Your skin is never dry, always becoming.
You don't hold a single memory for long.
Just the urgent color of right now, and the rumble in your bones.

[Outro]
Then the light from Inman Park, a promise at the other end.
I won’t look back.
I know you're already changing.
Tomorrow, when I walk through, I’ll be meeting someone new.