Cracked Frames

Your name is fading in the dynamic static (where did you go)

Trying to hold on to the cinematic

Now the empty spaces echo in the dark (echoes in the dark)

Leaving nothing but a cold static spark

Every memory is slipping through my hands

(through my hands)

I trace the outline of your shadow on the wall (waiting

for your call) But the silence is the loudest thing of all

Now the empty spaces echo in the dark (echoes

in the dark) Leaving nothing but a cold static spark

Every memory is slipping through my hands

(through my hands)

Lost in the static

(where did you go)