

(ahhhh) Static on the line,
we're standing on the edge But your words are golden,
ringing in my head (yeah)
Unpaid tab sitting on the plastic table
One working speaker is the only thing that's stable
We replay your voicemail,
looking at the city line Holding onto hope that we'll be fine
I hear your breath through the digital static
Everything we do is so dramatic (ooh,
yeah)
Static on the line,
we're standing on the edge
But your words are golden,
ringing in my head (yeah)
Cold concrete underneath our feet
Replaying
the sound on this quiet street
(replaying, replaying)
Static on the line,
we're standing on the edge But your words are golden,
ringing in my head (yeah)
Just a message on a rooftop One working speaker (shhh)