[Verse: lo-fi crackle, nylon-string guitar sample, broken clock percussion] I found it again your voice left on a voicemail to no one You laughed mid-sentence like the world was worth trusting [Chorus: down-tempo groove, distorted bass, fragmented vocal layers] Your voice has dust on it but it still moves air like it used to when you didn’t know I was there Your voice has dust on it but I keep it close wrapped in hiss and hope [Verse 2: piano loop detuned slightly, heartbeat kick resumes] There’s a note you hit like it cracked open my archive Not sharp not flat just real like breath held too long [Bridge: instrumentation drops, just filtered hum and layered whispers] I don’t clean it I let the static stay It remembers better than I could [Chorus: slow rise, harmonic shimmer, layered echoes of “your voice has dust on it”] Your voice has dust on it but I still tune in like it matters like it sings Your voice has dust on it and I wouldn’t change a thing [Outro: tape slows, one last laugh plays faintly, trailing into silence]
