(scraping guitar feedback, tape hiss, distorted vocal whispers)
(Verse 1 — whispered / overdriven)
I hear your name through the broken line,
A crackle, a hum, half-lost in time.
A laugh, a sigh — I think it’s yours,
Or maybe it’s ghosts behind closed doors.
Shadows move in the corner of my eye,
Flickering lights that never lie.
(Verse 2)
You exist somewhere, just out of reach,
A frequency I try to breach.
Every echo leaves me bruised,
Every silence carefully used.
I write your name in scratchy tape,
Play it back, feel the shape.
(Pre-Chorus)
Static talks when the world won’t say,
Pulls me closer in a warped way.
I chase the fragments I can’t hold,
Collect your pieces, quiet and cold.
(Chorus — shouted, gritty)
Your name in the static,
Echoes like a relic,
I’m reaching through the noise…
I swear I can find you.
Your voice like fire in the dark,
Burns me slow, leaves its mark.
(Bridge — warped / reversed vocal snippets)
Say it again…
Say it…
Let me know it’s real…
I swear it’s you.
(Outro — feedback + tape distortion + soft breathing)
The hiss swallows my voice,
I’m still calling, still waiting.
Static is all that stays.