I’ve got ten different zip codes in my head and a thousand conversations I never led. I’m walking through the glass, I’m walking through the neon, looking for a frequency that I can be on. My shoes are worn, but my heart is tight, I’m chasing shadows in the middle of the light. They say: "Stay still, wait for the dust to land", but they don’t see the lightning in my hand. No, they don’t see it, no, they don’t feel it! I’m living on a static pulse, yeah! I don’t need a ground to hold me down, running through the wires, catching all the fire. Turn the silence up, I’m never coming home! Oh-oh-oh, the static pulse! Oh-oh-oh, I’m never coming home! I built a house out of radio waves, I’m the master of the seconds that nobody saves. Don’t ask for a map, don’t ask for a sign, I’ve got the rhythm of the city running down my spine. Is it real? Is it fake? I don’t really care, as long as there is electricity in the air! They say: "Stay still, wait for the dust to land", but they don’t see the lightning in my hand. No, they don’t see it, no, they don’t feel it! I’m living on a static pulse, yeah! I don’t need a ground to hold me down, running through the wires, catching all the fire. Turn the silence up, I’m never coming home! Oh-oh-oh, the static pulse! Oh-oh-oh, I’m never coming home! I’m not lost, I’m just moving fast, too many futures, not enough past. I don’t want your anchors, I don’t want your chains, I’ve got the static pulse running through my veins! I’m living on a static pulse, yeah! I don’t need a ground to hold me down, running through the wires, catching all the fire. Turn the silence up, I’m never coming home! Oh-oh-oh, the static pulse! Oh-oh-oh, I’m never coming home! Never coming home, just the pulse, just the static.
