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(hummmmm) We spoke of the quiet things in the dark

Waiting for a sudden,

brilliant spark

But the silence stayed,

heavy and deep

Like a promise we were meant to keep

And the waves of sound begin to rise

Underneath these cold, unchanging skies (ooh)

Maybe the words were lost in the air

Just a brief vibration

hanging there

But the frequency

remains the same

Even if we forget the name

And the waves of sound

begin to rise

Underneath these cold, unchanging skies (yeah)

We listen to the static (ahhhh)

Lost in the frequency (hummmmm)