There's static on the stairs again Somebody left the television on I heard my name through the kitchen wall But nobody was home at all There's a shoe beside the radiator And a photograph facing down I turned it over just to see Someone had scratched the whole thing out And I don't know Where the signal goes When everybody disappears There's static on the stairs Static in my head Static in the wires Running underneath the bed I keep turning up the radio Trying to find a voice But every station sounds the same And every choice is noise Oh-oh, turn it down Oh-oh, turn it down There's a man downstairs with a plastic bag He says he's looking for the moon I said, "Mate, it's nearly lunchtime" He said, "That's why I'm leaving soon" There's a television preacher Selling answers by the pound Everybody's looking upwards Nobody looks around And I don't know Where the signal goes When everybody disappears There's static on the stairs Static in my head Static in the wires Running underneath the bed I keep turning up the radio Trying to find a voice But every station sounds the same And every choice is noise Hello? Is anybody there? No? Fair enough. I found a little transmitter In the cupboard by the sink It wasn't plugged into anything But it told me what to think It said the world's been cancelled It said nobody complained I asked it for the weather It just whispered my name There's static on the stairs Static in my head Static in the wires Running underneath the bed I keep turning up the radio Trying to find a voice But every station sounds the same And every choice is noise There's static on the stairs Static everywhere Static in the ceiling Static floating in the air I keep turning up the radio But I don't really care If nobody is listening Then nobody is there Turn it down... ...or don't.
