I read tomorrow's news

This is midnight radio,

dial in the static (hahaha)

Broadcasting live from a cold,

dark attic

I read tomorrow's news,

the script is in my hand

Names and dates, all the things they never planned

Static on the air,

the signal is too clear (yeah)

Speaking to the dark,

catching every fear

Turn the receiver off,

but I hear my voice speak

Counting down the steps of the promises we keep

Receiver cord is pulled,

but the speaker still hums

Predicting my next move before the morning comes

I take a step left,

the voice says "he turns away"

I am trapped in the words that I am forced to say (ahhhh)

He reaches for the door,

he has no place to hide

(no place to run)

The broadcast knows the thoughts locked deep inside

Static on the air,

the signal is too clear

(yeah) Speaking to the dark,

catching every fear

Turn the receiver off,

but I hear my voice speak

Counting down the steps of the promises we keep

"Tune in tomorrow..." (hahaha)