

(spoken intro, calm, direct)
The screen stays on.
I chased the noise across the glass
Thought the signal was fading fast
Tightened the screws and turned the dial But the lines stayed broken
all the while
And the screen goes still
When I let it be (ooh)
The error wasn't in the wire It was only in me
Now the beat is dropping elements
Losing its cold intelligence
(shhh) No more trying to realign This broken machine is finally mine
(spoken outro,
calm, resonant)
The door slides shut
on the right life.