The Book This Album Stole Its Name From (Francesco Colonna)

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You built a cathedral inside a dream,
stone by stone, each corridor a seam
where waking bleeds into the ornamental—
your feet know the path though the map is skeletal.
Every archway mirrors what your eye invented:
the dopamine reward loop, synaptic pathways cemented.

[Chorus]
You walked through labyrinths of your own making,
every threshold a synapse awaking,
your hands traced the blueprint before it was real—
that's the grammar of touching what you feel.

[Verse 2]
The gardens spiral inward; you named every gate.
Your motor cortex learned the route, anticipate
each fountain before it appeared in stone—
predictive coding made the unknown known.
Myelination wrapped each memory tight:
the white matter roads glowing beneath the night.

[Chorus]
You walked through labyrinths of your own making,
every threshold a synapse awaking,
your hands traced the blueprint before it was real—
that's the grammar of touching what you feel.

[Bridge]
Your mirror neurons felt the structure breathe,
interoception reading what lay beneath—
the building knew you as you knew the building,
two nervous systems, one story gilding
the space where desire and architecture wed:
both live in the body, both live in the head.

[Chorus]
You walked through labyrinths of your own making,
every threshold a synapse awaking,
your hands traced the blueprint before it was real—
that's the grammar of touching what you feel.

[Outro]
And still the halls turn inward, chamber by chamber,
your footsteps the theta waves pulsing through amber—
the maze closes behind you, alive and entire,
a monument built from the shape of your fire.