The Girl in the Static

I heard her through the shortwave, calling out from ‘83, A ghost between the numbers, singing soft and hauntingly. They say she’s just distortion, some forgotten engineer, But I swear I caught her whisper when the night was sharp and clear. She spoke of faded cities and a signal lost in flame, Said the world’s still spinning, but it never felt the same. She’s the girl in the static, where the lost transmissions cry, Singing songs for lonely souls beneath the neon sky. She’s the girl in the static, and her voice won’t fade away, She hums through every frequency the living can’t obey. They built their shining towers, they tore the old waves down, They silenced every signal just to hear themselves resound. But she found a hidden circuit where the broken stories go, And her voice became the current in the wires below. Now the radios all flicker when the moon is hanging low, And the lost ones stop to listen where the city’s engines glow. She’s the girl in the static, where the lost transmissions cry, Singing songs for lonely souls beneath the neon sky. She’s the girl in the static, and her voice won’t fade away, She hums through every frequency the living can’t obey. They tried to trace her origin, but she slipped through every code, A phantom in the system, where the human stories erode. Now the towers hum her melody, the networks know her name She’s the echo of our silence, the signal in our shame. She’s the girl in the static, where the lost transmissions cry, Singing songs for broken hearts that never said goodbye. She’s the girl in the static - through the noise she calls your name, And if you listen long enough, you’ll never sound the same. They say the airwaves never sleep, and maybe that’s because Somewhere in the static hum, she’s still singing - just because.