Static on the Radio

Low light in the bedroom,

clock hits three You asked about my life,

but there's nothing left of me

Shadows on the ceiling,

weight inside my chest

Funny how the pessimistic thoughts fit the best

Heavy rotation of the same old ghost

Losing the things that I needed the most

Static on the radio,

rain on the pane

Trying to find a way to dance in the pain

Staring at the phone,

waiting for a spark But the battery is dead and it's cold

in the dark (hummmmm)

Every single memory is turning into grey

Guess there wasn't really much that I could say

Heavy rotation of the same old ghost

Losing the things that I needed the most

Static on the radio,

rain on the pane

Trying to find a way to dance in the pain

(dance

in

the pain...) (oooh)