

(ooh-yeah) Static on the wire,
spinning in the dark
Waiting for the needle just to find the mark
Your voice was a frequency I used to know
Fading in the static of the radio
Now I am searching for the signal in the air
Trying to rewrite the memories we share (can you hear me now?)
I miss the sound
Of your voice and the beat when they match
I miss the sound
When the rhythm and the frequency catch (yeah)
We were like an edit on a perfect loop
Cutting out the noise to let the rhythm groove
Now the track is jumping,
skipping on the beat
Walking down a lonely,
silent empty street
That sweet sound... Just the voice and the beat... (mhm)