My father told me,
don't listen to what people say behind your back.
A lion never looks back when small dogs bark.
We fade,
we spark,
we fall apart,
but I still tune into your heart.
This is our final frequency,
the echo left of you and me.
Daddy dreams and memory,
we're lost but endlessly,
repeating endlessly,
our final frequency.
Our final frequency.
Glitches dance where love once burned.
Every lesson unlearned.
Your signal fades, I call your name.
But silence answers just the same.
We built a world of binary,
you and I in circuitry.
Now it's all just
broken glass and time that we can't broadcast.
Pulse remains a quiet glow in waves of sound we used to know.
This is our final frequency,
the echo left of you and me.
A ghost in every melody,
transmitting what we used to be.
Daddy dreams and memory,
we're lost but endlessly,
repeating endlessly,
our final frequency.
Our final frequency.
If I could cross the void,
I'd find the life we both destroyed.
One last spark before it dies.
One last song beneath these skies.
A fading trace of symmetry.
No saving us, no remedy.
Just echoes of our energy.
And when the silence swallows me,
I still remember vividly how you became the sound in me.