Static hums, the city breathes
Twisted words beneath the leaves
Every echo sharp and clean
Noise becomes the in-between
To the breeze inside my head
Soft machines beneath my bed
Every click of 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 breezes start to sing Noise can sound like everything
