[Intro] [Vacuum-tube hum] [Breathing beneath the static] [A red light clicks on] "sometimes. if you listen real close. you can hear them." [Verse 1] Built in nineteen forty-eight By a rich man’s favored son, Daddy bought him out of service While the others faced the guns. Then in forty-nine his wife found out What he’d been doing when alone. He wrapped his hands around her neck In the booth he called his own. [Pre-Chorus] Through the crackle, Through the hiss, There are voices you might have missed. Turn it louder, Lean in close, Hear the breathing of the ghosts. [Chorus] Twilight radio, Dead air coming through, Thin voices of the lost Are calling out to you. They cry, they whisper, Where the red light burns and glows, Every soul that died inside Still lives inside the show. [Verse 2] In nineteen fifty-five, The manager stayed late, With the islands in his memory And the jungle at the gate. He never left the Pacific, Though the war was ten years gone, They found him in the garage Hanging silent before dawn. [Verse 3] Summer, nineteen sixty-six, Two strangers joined the crew, Laughing with the midnight DJs Over something strong and new. They called the acid killer, Then the colors learned to bite, They raved and tore each other Till the morning killed the night. [Verse 4] Then in nineteen seventy-nine, They forced the doorway wide, The music stopped, the red light burned, And something changed inside. Three singers from a local church Were swallowed by the night, Till sirens gathered round the place And answered back with fire. [Bridge] One breath from the sound booth, One creak from the beam, One laugh full of poison, One long final scream. The microphones remember, The wires never sleep, And everything that happened there Is buried in the frequency. [Final Chorus] Twilight radio, Dead air coming through, Thin voices of the lost Are calling out to you. They shriek, they whisper, Where the red light burns and glows, Every soul that died inside Still lives inside the show. Twilight radio, The signal never ends, They are breathing through the static, Broadcasting again. [Outro] Through the crackle… Through the hiss… The red light glows… And something speaks.
