There's a noise between the stations
A voice I almost hear
My fingers trace through the shadows Hoping you are there
Are we strangers in the static Drifting somewhere in between
Faded signals,
coded patterns What does it even mean?
Waiting to be seen I wrote your name in folded paper
I left them in the street
Watched her wring the soul through a ladder
Two lines I couldn't read I tried to find a thread to pull
The needle to repair
But everything is paper thin
Vanishing in the air
I see you in the spaces where light begins
to fade A shadow cast by something else
A ghost I can't replace A voice that's just a memory
Slipping through my hands
Slipping through my hands
I wrote your name in folded paper I
left them in the street
Watched her wring the soul through a ladder
Two lines I couldn't read