Silent Tracks

(yeah) (turn it down,

turn it low) I dialed the ten digits that I used to

know Got a stranger on the line,

put the volume low Late train humming,

local transit line Headphones locked,

block out the design She's dancing in her kitchen like the feed

is dead I'm staring at the window,

heavy in my head Your old number has a brand new face

Spinning in the kitchen,

taking up your space

I put my phone on silent,

watch the city pass

Ghostly little figures dancing on the glass

Your old number's calling,

but it isn't you

Just a stranger spinning to a different groove (ooh-ooh)

(different groove) She doesn't know the history of this SIM card Making

up her own steps,

dancing in the yard No cameras flashing,

no audience to please While I'm riding rails under frozen trees

Headphones tight, sealing in the sound Another dynamic in this lonely town

(yeah, she's spinning high)

I put my phone on silent,

watch the city pass

Ghostly little figures dancing on the glass

Your old number's calling,

but it isn't you

Just a stranger spinning to a different groove (ooh-ooh)

She dances like nobody's watching

Headphones on the late train (shhh)

(phone on silent now)