(instrumental intro — 0:00–0:52) Verse 1 Something like a signal through the low and humming dark I keep the receiver open tracing something like a spark There are frequencies I can't name pressing soft against my ear I don't know if I'm the sender or the static that you hear Bridge Pale and pale and pale again the light that never lands Pale and pale and pale again I'm holding empty hands (instrumental — 1:44–2:10) (spoken, half-whispered) "If you're receiving this — I'm not sure I'm here." (fade into static)
