Whispers Through the Static

Phenoms in the hallway whisper like snow I wonder if there's empty streets alone Chasing pictures of what could be your life Cracks through the static drone A spark in the machinery painted smiles on passing faces Underneath we trade grits in hidden space Where the normal world can't space Where the normal world can't space Where the glitches in the globe Tangled holly rhythms we can't outgrow Melancholy rhythms we can't outgrow What if we shatter the script they wrote Let the raw edges bleed and show In the quiet storm we float to What if we shatter the script they wrote Let the raw edges show And show in the quiet storm We float to lost souls learning to grow Where the glitches in the globe Tangled hearts in the undertow Hold me in your arms and hold me in your arms Hold me close through the fading light And quirky myths we ignite Fading homes into the night Fading homes into the night Fading homes into the night Fading homes into the night Fading homes into the night