Lyric

Antennas on the rooftops buzz and blink

But this little patch of green forgets to think

Concrete edges, plastic chairs

Potted trees in poisoned air

Faded paint on wooden beams

Trying hard to grow between

I turn my signal off again

Pocket glows and then goes dead

All the words I never send

Settle in the flower beds

In the shadow of the towers

Something quiet starts to breathe

Every unreceived message

Falls like petals at my feet

In this radio silence garden

Every unsaid word can harden

Or soften into something else

Growing slowly by itself

If we put our bright screens down

Maybe roots can hold the ground

Traffic roars beyond the fence

Sirens twist around the tense

But the leaves don’t check the news

They just tremble when we move

You say nothing, I say too much

Both of us afraid to trust

Still our shoulders almost touch

When the branches scrape the dusk

There’s a space between the noise

Where our breathing starts to rhyme

If I dare to say your name

Will it echo or align?

In this radio silence garden

Every unsent thought can harden

Or soften into something new

If we let the stillness move

When we put our bright screens down

Maybe roots can hold the ground

Someday towers might come down

Signals flood another town

But I’ll keep this piece of sky

Folded in the back of my mind

If we drift and disappear

Lose each other in the years

I will still remember how

Silence grew us somehow

In the gap between the calls

Where the static falls away

I can hear a fragile truth

Rooted in the dirt we made

In this radio silence garden

Every brittle heart can harden

Or soften till it starts to bend

Learning how to grow again

When we put our bright screens down

We are louder than this town

Antennas on the rooftops fade to grey

In this quiet patch we choose to stay