Little clicks in the circuit line, Faint hums drifting out of time. Pocket-sized transmissions bloom, Soft pulses rising in the room. (Pre-Chorus) Every tiny spark, every gentle sign— All of it aligns. (Chorus) Quiet waves of electron sound, Whispering from all around. Machines breathe in a subtle rhythm, Nature answers low. If you listen close enough, Everything becomes a tune. (Bridge) Footsteps on the sidewalk, Leaves brushing in the noon. Even static in the nighttime Falls into a room Where every sound is true— Music made for you. (Chorus) Quiet waves of electron sound, Whispering from all around. Machines breathe in a subtle rhythm, Nature answers low. If you listen close enough, Everything becomes a tune. (Bridge) Footsteps on the sidewalk, Leaves brushing in the noon. Even static in the nighttime Falls into a room Where every sound is true— Music made for you.
