Memory In Static
Still in the signal
Still in the signal The ceiling hums in a language of glass
Minutes bend where the footsteps pass I put my hand where the
window froze And felt the room take the shape of a ghost
There’s a blue line under the quiet machine A trace of a
place I have almost seen
Every light in the hallway leans
Like it knows what the silence means
If the sound cuts out
If the walls go blind
If the mirror forgets
What it held in time
Don’t call it gone
Don’t call it through
There’s a field underneath
Still carrying you
I’m still in the signal,
under the noise
Low in the wire,
close to the voice
Erase every echo, cover the mirror
I come back clearer,
I come back clearer I’m still in the signal,
left in the line A breath in the static,
a mark in the time Break me to pieces,
thin me to air I come back there,
I come back there
Still in the signal
Under the noise
Still in the signal
Close to the voice
The
floor keeps count of the weight we leave
Dust writes names that the dark can read
I heard my voice from under the door
Saying less than it said before
There’s a pulse in the wall where the wires sleep
A hidden room where the old sounds keep
Every loss has a shape inside
Every shadow is holding light
If the words break down If the breath turns thin
If the pattern folds
And pulls me in
Don’t call it gone Don’t call it through
There’s a field underneath Still
carrying you
Cut the low end Kill the flame Leave the mouth Without the
name Pull the thread From the frame I disappear But I remain
No sound, no choice
No light, no voice Still here,
still near
Still in the noise
I’m still in the signal,
under the noise Low in the wire,
close to the voice
Erase every echo, cover the mirror
I come back clearer,
I come back clearer I’m still in the signal,
left in the line
A breath in the static,
a mark in the time Break me to pieces,
thin me to air I come back there,
I come back there
Still in the signal Left in the line A breath in the
static A mark in the time
I come back clearer I come back there