Freeze-Frame Confessions

(mmmmm-hmm) Your window's wet with August rain

A pixelated freeze-frame of your face

You still ask me for a light

Through the glass across the state I keep you blocked but you

still call

A browser crush against the wall (oh-oh-oh)

We trade our secrets in the glow Of late-night screens we used

to know!

Let it go,

let it spin!

Connection lost, but you remain

Frozen on my screen again

Whispering secrets to the night

Just a late summer spark...

In the dark (yeah)