Static comes, the city breathes
Twisted words beneath the leaves
Every echo sharp and clean Noise becomes the in-between
See the breeze inside my head Soft machines beneath my bed
Every click a memory Falling slow through circuitry
Broken tones and flashing lights Sing the truth of sleepless nights
Every glitch a piece of me Breaking sound invisibly
I hear whispers in the wire Melting cold and quiet fire
Digital heart,
analog soul Trying to make the silence whole
In the chaos I still find Something real inside the grind
All these breaths they start to sing
Noise can sound like everything
you
