[singer A] Something like a signal through the low and humming dark I keep the receiver open tracing something like a spark There are frequencies I can't name pressing soft against my ear I don't know if I'm the sender or the static that you hear [melodic transition] [singer B] Fluorescent buzzing in the mirrored hall Air conditioner coughing through the wall You wore designer shoes with the soles worn thin Asked me if mercy was a vitamin Everybody pauses half a beat too long Like they’re waiting to be proven wrong Velvet static in the lacquered room Perfect haircuts, slow emotional doom Champagne posture with hospital habits Expensive fabric hiding nervous damage The ashtray spills beside the sweating drinks Nobody says exactly what they think Everything shines in a surgical glaze Like nobody’s slept in fourteen days [transition] [singer A] Pale and pale and pale again the light that never lands Pale and pale and pale again I'm holding empty hands [melodic transition] [singer B] The accountant’s daughter kissing strangers for heat Somebody pacing holes into the concrete A woman crying in the restroom stall Still fixing makeup for the afterparty call You said, “We all become maintenance eventually.” Then smiled like you regretted saying it. Velvet static in the lacquered room Beautiful people decomposing in bloom Someone finally turns the television off But the silence somehow feels worse than noise The cigarette burns down beside the sink A room full of mouths afraid to speak Everything drowning in pale arcade light Waiting for morning to cancel the night [outro] [singer A] "If you're receiving this — I'm not sure I'm here." (fade into static)
