I'm tuning to a station that went dark
Static where your voice used to be
Frequency shifting, nothing to mark
The place where you transmitted to me
Glass frequencies, I reach but I can't hold
Every signal that I catch turns cold
Signal decay, signal decay
I'm reaching through the static for your face
Signal decay, signal decay
Nothing but the echo of this place
The dial spins but there's nothing left
Just the hum of what we used to say
I'm holding onto hollow frequencies
Watching them decay
Glass frequencies, I reach but I can't hold
Every wavelength that I touch turns cold
Signal decay, signal decay
I'm reaching through the static for your face
Signal decay, signal decay
Nothing but the echo of this place
Signal decay, signal decay
I'm reaching through the static for your face
Signal decay, signal decay
Nothing but the echo of this place