“mm—” “ah—” “don’t—” “yeah—” City lights flicker like they're losing the plot Everybody moving but they're going nowhere I got a pocket full of static and a head full of noise Trying to find a little silence hiding somewhere “somewhere…” “somewhere…” “some—” I hear the old voices underneath the machines A little bit of heartbreak underneath the beat Every broken frequency becomes something new Every shadow got a rhythm when it follows you Turn it down Turn it up Same old ghosts Inside the dust “turn it…” “turn it…” “free…” We keep dancing through the static We keep moving through the smoke If the world is automatic We can still rewrite the code “rewrite…” “rewrite…” “the code…” There's a photograph inside the radio Someone laughing from another time The needle skips, the room gets colder Then the bassline pulls me back inside I don't need another answer I just need another frequency Something soulful in the circuitry Something human underneath me “I remember…” “I remember…” “something…” Maybe that's enough. We keep dancing through the static We keep moving through the smoke If the world is automatic We can still rewrite the code “rewrite the code…” Every broken little signal Every frequency we lost Every voice beneath the surface Still remembers what it cost “remember…” “remember…” “remember…” “...somewhere...”
