歌詞

Click of the red REC button

Plastic microphone in my hand

Ceiling fan turning slowly

Late afternoon light on the wall

Voices through magnetic dust

Tiny room, enormous summer

Someone laughing in the kitchen

Radio bleeding through the rain

I rewind the tape again

Hearing ghosts before they were ghosts

Small mistakes and quiet breathing

Everything the machine decided to keep

Outside, bicycles on wet pavement

Dogs barking beyond the fence

The world felt endless then

Even silence had a color

Tape hiss like ocean waves

Soft mechanical warmth

Half the words are disappearing

But somehow they stay alive

My name spoken by a younger voice

Strange and distant now

Like finding an old photograph

Inside a forgotten drawer

Night insects near the window

Cheap speakers trembling softly

I thought the future would sound clean

Not faded and beautiful like this

Click

Stop

Rewind

Play again

The room returns for a moment

Then dissolves into static

Childhood tape recorder memories

Spinning somewhere in the dark