Static Hymns

(hummmm) Watching the screen turn grey and fade

Counting the marks that we both made

Static is humming inside my head

Remembering things that you never said

But I hold the spark in the quiet dark Leaving a trace,

a permanent mark

(ooh-ooh) Through all the noise, I

find

the line Keeping the pieces that are mine

Flicker of light on the dusty floor

I don't look back at the open door

Saving the pictures before they blur

Keeping the feeling of how we were

And the waves come crashing slow (crashing slow) We just let the

static go

But I hold the spark in the quiet dark Leaving a trace,

a permanent mark

(ooh-ooh) Through all the noise, I

find

the line Keeping the pieces that are mine

Keeping the pieces... (ahhhh)