[Verse 1] (compressed, slightly distorted vocal, clipped delivery) Channel five said be afraid of this Channel nine said buy this thing you don't need Channel twelve said love is supposed to look like A diamond on a woman who looks nothing like anyone I know Nothing like anyone real [Verse 2] (same clipped energy, faster) Dial-up hymns at two in the morning Strangers typing in the dark about everything We downloaded someone else's personality And wore it like a coat And it almost fit It almost fit [Pre-Chorus] (building, nervous) Signal in, signal out Fill the room with someone else's mouth Signal in, signal out [Chorus] (opens up suddenly, piano cuts through, cleaner) We were the broadcast generation Raised on static and fluorescent light We believed in every single transmission That kept us company at night Every single one [Verse 3] (back to clipped, bitter) Talk radio taught my father who to hate And the television raised me Better than anyone in the house More patient, more consistent Never missed a night [Verse 4] (conversational, tired) Now I scroll through other people's dinners Other people's dogs and vacations and kids And I can't tell if I'm living my life Or just watching someone else live theirs From very far away From very very far away [Pre-Chorus] Signal in, signal out Fill the screen with someone else's mouth [Chorus] (rawer this time, voice pushing) We were the broadcast generation Raised on static and fluorescent light We believed in every single transmission Every single one Every single night [Outro] (collapsing into noise, lo-fi, breaking apart) Signal in Signal out Signal (static, tape stop, end)
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