Verse 1 White noise in the marrow, static humming in my chest. Every silence feels like pressure, like a question left unasked. I press my ear against the shadows, waiting for your ghost to speak. Is it mercy, is it madness, or just the words I want to keep? Pre-Chorus Every flicker feels like meaning, every glitch becomes a sign. I build sentences from echoes, to protect this haunted mind. A defense against the quiet, a cathedral made of lies, but the walls are thin and trembling, still I pray they won’t collapse tonight. Chorus In my heart-shaped spirit box, I catch fragments, fractured talk. Mixed signals bleed into the dark, and I swear they sound like love. Through the static, through the shock, I bend the silence till it talks. In my heart-shaped spirit box, I swear I hear you call me love. Verse 2 Half-words tangled in the feedback, breath of shadows, broken speech. I invent a language from your silence, a lie that keeps you within reach. Every pause becomes a promise, every shiver turns divine. I rewind the noise for comfort, till the static feels like mine. Pre-Chorus Every whisper bends to promise, every tremor turns to gold. I decode your indecision, in the stories I’ve been told. Even absence feels like presence, when I’m tuned to what I crave. You’re not speaking, but I’m hearing, every ghost you never gave. Chorus In my heart-shaped spirit box, I catch fragments, fractured talk. Mixed signals bleed into the dark, and I swear they sound like love. Through the static, through the shock, I bend the silence till it talks. In my heart-shaped spirit box, I swear I hear you call me love. Bridge (expandido, hipnótico) Are you here? — or am I alone? (white noise, white noise, calling home) Say my name — or stay unknown, (static love, static love, overthrown). Are you real — or just reflection? (shattered voice, in every direction) Tell me yes — or tell me nothing, (broken waves, forever hunting). Drop / Instrumental hook (eco de voz processada repetindo “sound like love… sound like love…”, camada com whispers “are you here?”) Final Chorus / Outro In my heart-shaped spirit box, your ghost still knocks. Every silence I distort, becomes the proof I can’t abort. Through the noise, I stitch the seams, turn the static into dreams. In my heart-shaped spirit box, I swear I hear you call me love.
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