

(sparse synth arpeggio, tape hiss)
Static on the coastline,
dial turned to gold
Catching your frequency before the night goes cold
Half a mile of driftwood,
half a mile of light
I found you between the static,
tuning in tonight
Count the towers, count the waves
Every signal finds its way
Oh, we're the last analog hearts Broadcasting in the dark
Oh, turn me up,
don't let me fade We're the sound the tide won't take Static
coastline, carry me home
Neon in the rearview,
radio running thin
Every station's playing something we could both live in
Salt air on the wires,
a signal string of pearls
Two transmitters singing to the rest of the world
Count the towers, count the waves
Every signal finds its way
Oh, we're the last analog hearts Broadcasting in the dark
Oh, turn me up,
don't let me fade We're the sound the tide won't take Static
coastline, carry me home
No bars, no map,
just this hum between us No bars,
no map, just the shape of a chorus
Hold the note till the morning comes through
Oh,
we're the last analog hearts Broadcasting in the dark
Oh, turn me up,
don't let me fade We're the sound the tide won't take Static
coastline, carry me home
(arpeggio fades back to tape
hiss, one last vocal ad-lib) (ohhh)