[Intro: crackling static, ambient radio noise, distant feedback] A dial turns— somewhere, something speaks. A voice lost in the wires, searching through silence. [Verse 1: crackling static lowers, ambiant radio noise disappers, no distant feedback] Static bleeds through broken glass, A whisper caught in midnight’s grasp. Crackling voice from the long-dead sky, “Is anyone there?” — but no reply. Old boots sink in dust and wire, Ashes curl like phantom fire. The signal loops, a ghost in code, Telling tales of a world that erodes. [Chorus] Broadcasts from nowhere, Haunted by silence and light. Lost in the hum of forever, Carried by static and night. [Verse 2] A child’s laugh fades into snow, Trapped in a tape from years ago. Solar wind through rusted bones, Radio towers turned to stone. There’s music in the disarray— A melody the world forgot to play. Each click and glitch, a lullaby, For cities fallen from the sky. [Chorus] Broadcasts from nowhere, Tuned into memories lost. Fragments of longing and thunder, Echoing what we forgot. [Bridge] Wire and wood in strange duet, Frequencies of old regret. The earth still hums beneath our feet— Even silence has a beat. [Outro: spoken & fading] “…this is Station 0… still listening… still dreaming…”
