Soft Static Between Us

[Verse 1]
Coffee gone cold on the windowsill
Dust in the beam of the afternoon
You trace a map in the condensation
Like you’re drawing a door
You’re scared to use
[Chorus]
We are the soft static between us
Half-spoken words in the room
I reach for your hand in the silence
You’re inches away
But already moved
We are the soft static between us
Still here
But slipping through
I keep turning the dial of the evening
Trying to tune back into you
[Verse 2]
Your jacket hangs by the kitchen chair
Sleeve still folded where you left it last June
I talk to the plants while the kettle sings
Playing both sides
Of an empty duel
[Chorus]
We are the soft static between us
Half-spoken words in the room
I reach for your hand in the silence
You’re inches away
But already moved
We are the soft static between us
Still here
But slipping through
I keep turning the dial of the evening
Trying to tune back into you
[Bridge]
Maybe we’re fine
Just out of focus
Two blurred faces in a hallway frame
If I step closer
Will it get clearer
Or will I watch you vanish
When I say your name
[Chorus]
We are the soft static between us
Half-spoken words in the room
I reach for your hand in the silence
You’re inches away
But already moved
We are the soft static between us
Still here
But slipping through
I keep turning the dial of the evening
Trying to tune back into you

rock, Hazy indie rock drifting into ambient textures; male vocals over reverb-soaked guitars and brushed drums. Verses stay intimate with close-mic vocal and subtle chorus guitar, choruses bloom with wide pads, tambourine swells, and airy backing harmonies. Slow build from gentle murmur to a shimmering final chorus that lingers, then decays into a long, ghostly ring-out., indie rock, ambient