(yeah…) (keep it moving…) I hear the room talking When the lights go low Old wires humming Like they know what I know I walk through the noise With a calm little grin Everybody’s running I’m watching the spin They chase the reflection I’m chasing the sound Looking for the places Where the truth gets found I got a head full of questions And a pocket full of time A few wrong turns Made the rhythm mine Something keeps pulling Underneath the floor A hidden little current I can’t ignore (can’t ignore…) I’m living on a borrowed frequency Caught between the silence and the beat Half of me is lost in the machinery Half of me is trying to break free I don’t need a map I know the way I learned how to move Through the weight of the day I’m living on a borrowed frequency Still becoming who I’m meant to be (still becoming…) I’ve seen clean faces Hide messy truths Perfect little pictures With nothing to prove I keep my scars quiet Let the music speak Every little battle Left a mark on the beat I’m not chasing gold I’m not chasing names I’m building something They can’t put in a frame Turn the volume down Hear the heartbeat underneath All the things I buried Still remember me (remember me…) I’m living on a borrowed frequency Caught between the silence and the beat Half of me is lost in the machinery Half of me is trying to break free I don’t need a map I know the way I learned how to move Through the weight of the day I’m living on a borrowed frequency Still becoming who I’m meant to be (keep it moving…) (still becoming…) © 2026 Stace / @ar_oldsoul. All rights reserved.
