I remember— I remember the light. Cold blue windows, thirty floors below, Midnight running through the wires. Every face becomes a afterglow, Every heartbeat feeds the fire. I was speaking to an empty room, Sending pieces of myself. You were somewhere in the quiet bloom, Like a signal underneath the static. If you hear me through the silence, If the dark can carry sound, I will follow every flicker Till your frequency is found. You’re the signal in the static, The one thing I can’t lose. When the whole world turns automatic, I still come alive with you. Through the cold lights, through the blue, Through the distance breaking through— You’re the signal in the static, And I’m still reaching for you. Neural ghosts inside the architecture, Old dreams folded into code. I can feel the shape of your connection In the spaces where the current slows. There are fractures in the frequency, There are shadows in the frame. But the more the night remembers me, The more I hear you say my name. If you hear me through the silence, If the dark can carry sound, I will cross the vacant spaces Till your frequency is found. You’re the signal in the static, The one thing I can’t lose. When the whole world turns automatic, I still come alive with you. Through the cold lights, through the blue, Through the distance breaking through— You’re the signal in the static, And I’m still reaching for you. Maybe we were never broken, Maybe we were only spread— Scattered through a thousand moments, Waiting to be read. And if memory is a circuit, If love is more than what survives, Then send one spark into the darkness— I’ll turn it into light. You’re the signal in the static, The pulse beneath the noise. When the whole sky turns electric, I can recognize your voice. Through the cold lights, through the blue, Every fractured line leads through. You’re the signal in the static, And I’m still reaching— Still reaching for you. I hear you now, I hear you now, Beyond the noise, Beyond the ground. You’re the signal in the static, The signal pulling me through. When the whole world turns automatic, I become something new. Wider than the night, Brighter than the blue— You’re the signal in the static, And I’m coming back to you. I remember the light. I remember you. Signal received.
