歌詞

Heater hum like a distant drum

Paper breathes, the night goes numb

We keep our radios on low

Static warmth maps where we go

The hiss turns into a low melody line

We trace the pulse with careful mind

Let the static keep us company

Small loud rooms and privacy

Wrap the low around your wrists

And listen to the soft frequencies

Static hums across the room

Soft warmth rising through the gloom

Tiny pulses fold the air

Holding moments fragile, rare

You peel an orange, slow and calm

The kitchen light is thrifted balm

A distant laugh from down the stairs

Keeps carving out these smaller cares

Spoken lines fold into sung

We keep the nighttime soft and young

Let the static keep us company

Small loud rooms and privacy

Wrap the low around your wrists

And listen to the soft frequencies

Subtle lines weave through the room

Faint vibrations lift the gloom

Static hums a gentle thread

Holding soft the words unsaid

Rhodes and hiss entwine and fade

Melodies in quiet laid

We trace the night in gentle streams

Wrapped in static, softest dreams

Tape warm air drifts through the room

A quiet chord settles into gloom