Silent Signals

(whoa-oh-oh) Your text is thirty minutes of a rambling voice

I put the phone on silent,

I had no choice

Driving the long way home past the heavy steel

In a cold storage corridor,

testing how it feels

Yellow dust and concrete under the fading light

We build a little shelter

in the working night

Under the scaffolding we trace our names

Two spark-lit hearts in the structural frames

Nothing is solid but the way we stand Petty confidence with a

wire in my hand

(yeah, yeah) Dusty boots and blueprints scattered on the floor

We lock the main gate,

nobody at the door

You send another wave but I’m off the grid Laughing in the

shadows of the things we did

Silent phones don't ring when the concrete dries

We see the shape of the city through industrial eyes

We trace our names Under the scaffolding in the dark (whoa-oh)