

Still moving, still dim
Still here, not lit
My chest keeps time
With almost none of it
The room was bright enough
For other people’s eyes
I nodded at the right things
And kept my answer quiet
Somebody laughed beside me
I learned the shape too late
My mouth arrived with something
My heart could not translate
Still moving, still dim
Still here, not lit
There is a light in me
But it keeps itself low
I’ve got a low voltage heart
It still beats, but it won’t burn bright
I can stand inside the room
But I cannot find the light
I answer when they ask me
I turn my face on time
I carry out the small things
And leave myself behind
There used to be a weather
That moved across my skin
Now everything comes softer
And takes too long to begin
Still moving, still dim
Still here, not lit
I am not empty
I am running dim
I am not broken open
I am not made of stone
I just cannot spend the fire
I used to call my own
If I seem calm beside you
Do not mistake the part
There is a small current left
Inside this low voltage heart
I’ve got a low voltage heart
It still beats, but it won’t burn bright
I can stand inside the room
But I cannot find the light
I’ve got a low voltage heart
Not dead, not fully gone
Just saving what is left of me
To make it through the dawn
Still moving, still dim
Still here, not lit
There is a light in me
And I am keeping it
- Lyricist
Iono Breck
- Composer
Iono Breck, Darran Firth
- Producer
Eamon Glast
- Vocals
Iono Breck

Listen to Low Voltage Heart by Iono Breck
Streaming / Download
- 1
First Light on the Floor
Iono Breck
- 2
I Keep the Heat On
Iono Breck
- 3
Useful Until Silent
Iono Breck
- 4
On Call for Everyone
Iono Breck
- ⚫︎
Low Voltage Heart
Iono Breck
- 6
Paid in Quiet
Iono Breck
- 7
Hands Made for Holding Weight
Iono Breck
- 8
Nothing Left to Lift
Iono Breck
- 9
Not Your Machine
Iono Breck
- 10
Let Me Be Useless Tonight
Iono Breck
- 11
Human Without Proof
Iono Breck
Iono Breck's debut album, Useful Until Silent, is a record of a man who kept putting his own pain aside to support other people's lives
For his lover, his family, his workplace, and society, he remained "the useful one"
Before he breaks, he begins to ask for the first time: am I only needed when I am doing something, or am I still allowed to exist on the days I can do nothing?
With a low voice, muted synths, and prayer-like soul, he sings the dignity of a person who has been used for too long