[Verse 1] Nobody's picking up this station, nobody's tuning past the noise — I used to broadcast for an audience, now I just broadcast for my voice. [Pre-Chorus] [vocal even further back, almost swallowed by reverb] No one's listening, (No one's listening) no one's out there— (no one's out there) [Instrumental Interlube] [Chorus] Silent broadcast, silent broadcast, sending signals no one hears, silent broadcast, silent broadcast, talking to the atmosphere. [Instrumental Interlube] [Verse 2] I kept the porch light on for nothing, kept tuning dials no one turns — the embers finally went to nothing, now there's just the cold that's left to learn. [Instrumental Interlube] [Bridge] [vocal drops to almost a murmur, buried deep in reverb, half-swallowed by sub bass] Is this what quiet sounds like— after everything stops trying— [Instrumental Interlube] [Final Chorus] [vocal at its most distant on the album — intentionally hard to fully make out, like a transmission barely reaching land] Silent broadcast, silent broadcast, sending signals no one hears, silent broadcast, silent broadcast, talking to the atmosphere.
