I keep dreaming someone else's dream A city I don't recognize but know what every street means There's a woman running, she doesn't look like me But she holds her hands the way I do when I'm afraid to speak Static memory, static memory Is it mine? Did it come from somewhere I can't see? Static memory bleeding through the seam Am I the sender or the vessel of this dream? She's singing something desperate in a language I half-know The buildings are on fire but the flowers still glow She's not afraid — she's purposeful, she's moving like a key And when she turns around to look, she looks exactly like me Static memory, static memory Is it mine? Did it come from somewhere I can't see? Static memory bleeding through the seam Am I the sender or the vessel of this dream? I woke at 3 AM with her melody I wrote it down before it left me I don't know where it's from I don't know what it means But I know it matters Like nothing else I've seen Static memory, static memory She is me or I am her or we're the same frequency Static memory bleeding through the seam I am the vessel — I am carrying the dream
