[Verse 1] She counts the shades between the gold and grey The cracks in ceilings nobody would say I keep the light inside a quiet machine She keeps the light inside a word I've never seen [Chorus] Something in the way she holds the small The dust The contrast The nothing at all I've been a signal fading in the dark She found the frequency and called it art (yeah) She found the frequency and called it art [Verse 2] Her hands on postcards no one ever mailed Old train schedules Every route that failed I watch her breathing like a slide in frame Each little tremor has a secret name [Chorus] Something in the way she holds the small The dust The contrast The nothing at all I've been a signal fading in the dark She found the frequency and called it art (oh) She found the frequency and called it art [Bridge] Lipstick on a coffee rim My sweater hanging off her chair She says “you’re almost gone again” I say “I like you better there” [Chorus] Something in the way she holds the small The dust The contrast The nothing at all I've been a signal fading in the dark She found the frequency and called it art (so soft) She found the frequency and called it art
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