Static Diaries

Static on the wire through an open room Tracing every crack where

the floorboards split

You said keep your voice down,

wait until June While I count the minutes that you just admit

And we let the hours bleed dry

Watching every signal go pale (Can you hear it now?)

Burn the calendar down,

tear the pages clean

Tell me what was ever real in between!

If we leave it in the ash,

does it stay behind?

(Stay behind!) Or do we carry every line we cannot unbind?

Empty parking lot

under broken street lamps Steam rising up from a cooling hood

You were tracing circles with trembling hands Wondering if walking out is

for good

And the cold air cuts right through Nothing left to save or

defend (Break the quiet!)

Burn the calendar down,

tear the pages clean Tell me what was ever real in between!

If we leave it in the ash,

does it stay behind?

(Stay behind!) Or do we carry every line we cannot unbind?

Speak until the words run cold

Tell me what we were never told...

Was it ever enough?!

(Was it ever enough?!)

Burn the calendar down,

tear the pages clean

Tell me what was ever real in between!

If we leave it in the ash,

does it stay behind?

(Let it go!) Or do we carry every line

we cannot unbind? (Every single line!)

We cannot unbind... (ahhhh)