Frequency Mosaic

98.6

FM, after midnight, I leave one light on for you.

108.7, through the static,

I hear what you never say out loud.

I read the weather in your silence,

three little clicks, then fade away.

I send a song with no explanation,

just enough to make you stay.

I answer from the other tower,

with a melody bent out of tune.

Your coded words cross empty highways,

and find me underneath the moon.

If you can hear me,

leave the line alive.

If you can hear me,

give me one more sign.

Both: Somewhere between the noise and the blue,

the night keeps carrying me to you.

98.6, 108.7, two faint signals reaching through the dark.

You send a secret,

I send one back,

like little sparks across the black.

98.6, 108.7, turn it up and let the distance fall.

If love is coded in the air,

I know you're there,

I know you're there.

I say your name beneath the weather,

then hide it in a second verse.

The room is spinning slow and golden,

your voice makes every silence work.

I keep the midnight window open,

though the city lost the view.

Every time the needle trembles,

I get closer back to you.

No tower high enough to lose you.

No static strong enough to hide.

I was a voice without a country.

You were the answer on the other side.

Both: Now every frequency is clearer,

now every shadow has a heart.

98.6, 108.7, two faint signals locking in the dark.

You send a secret,

I send one back,

and feel the whole night open wide.

98.6, 108.7, no more distance between the call.

If love is coded in the air,

we're everywhere, we're everywhere.

Stay on the line.

I'm not going anywhere.

Both: 98.6... 108.7...