[Verse 1] Static sleeps beneath the floorboards, Tiny satellites made of dust. Every room remembers footsteps, Even after they’ve forgotten us. Silver wires hum like insects, Drawing circles through the wall. Someone tuned the air to silence, Now the silence says it all. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] Hold… Don’t explain it. Leave the signal Untranslated. ⸻ [Chorus] We’re still here… Inside the ghost frequency. Where broken radios Learn to dream. Everything fades… Everything stays… Somewhere between The noise And me. ⸻ [Verse 2] Streetlights bloom like faded bruises, Neon rain without the glow. Every window frames another Life we’ll never get to know. Magnets pull forgotten moments, Film burns underneath the skin. Every ending folds another Secret back beneath the din. ⸻ [Instrumental] [A three-minute evolving guitar landscape.] [Clean chiming guitar.] [Gradual feedback bloom.] [Prepared guitar scrapes.] [Loose tom-heavy drums.] [Bass only enters halfway.] [Feedback rises…] [then suddenly everything collapses into one sustained harmonic.] ⸻ [Final Chorus] Still here… Inside the ghost frequency. Every echo Finds its home. Nothing disappears… It only changes Shape. ⸻ [Outro] [Spoken quietly] “If every sound leaves a shadow… …who’s still listening?” [A single ringing harmonic hangs in the speakers before dissolving into analogue tape hiss.]
