A Fraying Line

[VERSE 1] Nothing lasts forever in the end Message send, broken mend, time to spend Crowds rush by but no one hears the tone Fading phone, hollow drone, undertone She asks for you like it’s still ’89 Old design, cross the sign, fraying line A trembling voice repeats your old refrain Distant train, cold domain, whispered pain [VERSE 2] The city hums but no one stops to hear Static near, brittle fear, whispered clear She swears she left a message long ago Soft echo, faint shadow, undertow She asks if it's still raining on main street Distant beat, worn concrete, incomplete Her voice breaks down like memories in dust Weathered trust, iron rust, wanderlust [PRE-CHORUS] The past keeps calling through a fraying line, A voice suspended somewhere lost in time. [CHORUS 1] She’s calling from a world you left behind, A name erased inside a fractured mind. The payphone rings through decades lost and cold, A ghost repeating stories never told. She reaches out across the static roar, Still searching for a life that lives no more. [Instrumental - grungy dirty guitar grind solo] [BRIDGE] The dial tone cracks like something breaking free, A timeline bleeding through reality. Her voice distorts into a desperate cry, A warning echo from a life that died. The city dims The streetlight flickers red, As past and present blur inside your head. [VERSE 3] She asks again if you can hear her call Nightfall crawl, rainfall sprawl, distant wall She says she’s standing where you used to be Memory tree, lost marquee, reverie She waits for you in the ebb n’ flow Soft plateau, dark hallow, afterglow The line goes dead, the moment fades away Fractured day, disarray, shadow-play [PRE-CHORUS] The past keeps calling through a fraying line, A voice suspended somewhere lost in time. [CHORUS 2] She’s calling from a world you left behind, A name erased inside a fractured mind. The payphone hums with memories turned to ash, A voice collapsing through the feedback’s crash. She reaches out across the static roar, Still searching for a life that lives no more. [Instrumental - melodic grind] [OUTRO] The phone hangs silent in the midnight rain, A relic humming with forgotten pain. The city moves, the moment slips and dies, A vanished voice beneath the trembling skies. [End]