Lyric

Receipt ink on my fingers

Bills folded by the sink

I kept nodding through the small talk

So I wouldn’t have to think

The bus brakes cried on Monday

A voice cut through the store

I felt something old rise up

Then disappear once more

Somewhere Under the Noise

Something still knew my name

I laughed at the right places

I carried every bag

But truth kept tapping softly

From underneath the static

I don’t need it louder

I don’t need it clean

Just enough to find me

Where I’ve almost been

Maybe the real thing

Never comes through bright

Maybe it waits lower

Than the ordinary night

I heard it under traffic

Under dishes, under rain

Not a perfect answer

Just a pulse beneath my name