Frequency - ArkiTek by Tommy Mac

[Verse 1]
Sitting in the kitchen with the lights down low
The fridge is humming G-flat, constant and slow
I’m reading your silence like a heavy book
Afraid of the physics, afraid to look
The steam from the kettle is a ghost in the air
You’re sitting right there, but you’re not really there
Watching the clock-hand struggle to move
Looking for the signal, looking for the groove.

[Verse 2]
The floorboards are cool underneath my feet
The neighborhood’s quiet, no cars on the street
I can hear the house settling into the ground
While we’re both just orbiting the same sound
There’s a three-second lag in every reply
I’m checking the gain, I’m wondering why
We used to be synced, we used to be clear
Now there’s a noise floor whenever you’re near.

[Pre-Chorus]
The air is thick with things we didn't say
Watching all the colors slowly turn to gray
I'm reaching out but you’re a world away
Yeah, you're a world away.

[Chorus]
Can we just meet on this frequency?
Before the static gets too loud for me
I don't need a reason, I don't need a plan
I just need to know exactly where I stand
Can we just tune in?
(Can we just tune in?)
Yeah, let’s just tune in.

[Verse 3]
The shadow of the fern is a jagged line
Cutting through the space that used to be mine
I’m measuring the distance by the way you breathe
Waiting for a motion that I can’t perceive
If the pulse drops out, if the power goes thin
Will we find the place where the waves begin?
I’m mapping the echoes, I’m holding the wire
Trying to find the warmth in a dead-end fire.

[Verse 4]
I’m adjusting the dial, I’m finding the peak
Searching for the words that we’re too tired to speak
It’s a low-pass filter on everything we do
I’m losing the highs, I’m losing the you
If we drop the transmission, if we let it go
Will we find a new channel or just stay in the low?
I’m keeping the line open, keeping it hot
Hoping you’re there in the blind spot.

[Bridge]
(Ooh)
[vocal layers begin to stack in a circular pattern]
The gain is rising
The signal’s breaking up
I’m pouring the silence
Into an empty cup
[reverse-reverb swell leads into a sudden bass drop]
If we don’t speak up
If we don’t hit the mark
We’re just two receivers
Lost in the dark
(Don’t let it fade... don't let it fade...)

[Instrumental Break — Dopamine Waveform]
[Rising synth textures for 4 bars]
[Sudden harmonic resolution into warm chords]
[Sub-bass pulse intensifies while snap stays constant]
[Micro-glitch accents flicker in the far-left and far-right channels]

[Final Chorus]
Can we just meet on this frequency?
Before the static gets too loud for me
I don't need a reason, I don't need a plan
I just need to know exactly where I stand
Can we just tune in?
(Can we just tune in?)
Yeah, let’s just tune in.

[Outro]
(Low hum of the fridge returns to center)
Stay on the line.
I can hear the click.
The light is still on.
(Frequency...)
(Ooh, yeah)
(The rhythm of the snapping slowly deconstructs into random intervals)
(A single reverse-vocal breath trails off into the distance)
(Fade out with a final, resonant sub-bass decay)

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[Intro] (Ooh, yeah) (Let the frequency settle) [steady rhythmic snapping] [sub-bass pulse enters softly, side-chained to the snap] [warm electric piano chords with slight tremolo and wide stereo spread] [faint sound of distant city rain behind the mix] [Verse 1] Sitting in the kitchen with the lights down low The fridge is humming G-flat, constant and slow I’m reading your silence like a heavy book Afraid of the physics, afraid to look The steam from the kettle is a ghost in the air You’re sitting right there, but you’re not really there Watching the clock-hand struggle to move Looking for the signal, looking for the groove. [Verse 2] The floorboards are cool underneath my feet The neighborhood’s quiet, no cars on the street I can hear the house settling into the ground While we’re both just orbiting the same sound There’s a three-second lag in every reply I’m checking the gain, I’m wondering why We used to be synced, we used to be clear Now there’s a noise floor whenever you’re near. [Pre-Chorus] The air is thick with things we didn't say Watching all the colors slowly turn to gray I'm reaching out but you’re a world away Yeah, you're a world away. [Chorus] Can we just meet on this frequency? Before the static gets too loud for me I don't need a reason, I don't need a plan I just need to know exactly where I stand Can we just tune in? (Can we just tune in?) Yeah, let’s just tune in. [Verse 3] The shadow of the fern is a jagged line Cutting through the space that used to be mine I’m measuring the distance by the way you breathe Waiting for a motion that I can’t perceive If the pulse drops out, if the power goes thin Will we find the place where the waves begin? I’m mapping the echoes, I’m holding the wire Trying to find the warmth in a dead-end fire. [Verse 4] I’m adjusting the dial, I’m finding the peak Searching for the words that we’re too tired to speak It’s a low-pass filter on everything we do I’m losing the highs, I’m losing the you If we drop the transmission, if we let it go Will we find a new channel or just stay in the low? I’m keeping the line open, keeping it hot Hoping you’re there in the blind spot. [Bridge] (Ooh) [vocal layers begin to stack in a circular pattern] The gain is rising The signal’s breaking up I’m pouring the silence Into an empty cup [reverse-reverb swell leads into a sudden bass drop] If we don’t speak up If we don’t hit the mark We’re just two receivers Lost in the dark (Don’t let it fade... don't let it fade...) [Instrumental Break — Dopamine Waveform] [Rising synth textures for 4 bars] [Sudden harmonic resolution into warm chords] [Sub-bass pulse intensifies while snap stays constant] [Micro-glitch accents flicker in the far-left and far-right channels] [Final Chorus] Can we just meet on this frequency? Before the static gets too loud for me I don't need a reason, I don't need a plan I just need to know exactly where I stand Can we just tune in? (Can we just tune in?) Yeah, let’s just tune in. [Outro] (Low hum of the fridge returns to center) Stay on the line. I can hear the click. The light is still on. (Frequency...) (Ooh, yeah) (The rhythm of the snapping slowly deconstructs into random intervals) (A single reverse-vocal breath trails off into the distance) (Fade out with a final, resonant sub-bass decay)

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