Static Parade

Static on the wire,

a cold glass hum

We measure out the distance as it comes

Footsteps on the tiles,

the clock is fast

Waiting for the modern world to pass

Do you feel the static pull?

Is the glass half-empty or half-full?

Wide awake in the bright light,

running on the seams

We break the pattern,

we shatter the screens (oh-oh-oh)

Give me something real to touch tonight

Flicker on the ceiling,

paper thin

Where does the design end and we begin?

You speak in codes I can't undo

But I am still translating you

Wide awake in the bright light,

running on the seams

We break the pattern,

we shatter the screens (oh-oh-oh)

Give me something real to touch tonight

We measure out the distance as it comes...

(as it comes...)