Static in the Wire

The air is heavy in this room

Whatever keeps the cold away

I see the pictures on the wall

Frames of a perfect yesterday

I walked in holding onto weight

But you reached out to take the load

Your fingers grazed against the skin

And sparked a fire in the cold

We’re standing on the edge of distinct lines

Pretending that we’re blind to every sign

But there is static in the wire

A frequency that no one else can hear

We’re playing with a quiet fire

That pulls me closer while I’m standing near

It’s hidden in a simple glance

A secret language in the noise

I’m waiting for the walls to break

But I don’t have a choice

You pulled me just outside the frame

To whisper that the foundation cracks

You say the structure isn’t safe

There is no map for turning back

I promised I would stand my ground

I’d be the shelter in the storm

But now the lightning’s touching down

In places meant to keep us warm

We’re sitting calmly while the sirens scream

Living inside a synchronized dream

But there is static in the wire

A frequency that no one else can hear

We’re playing with a quiet fire

That pulls me closer while I’m standing near

It’s hidden in a simple glance

A secret language in the noise

I’m waiting for the walls to break

But I don’t have a choice

Everything happens underneath the table

A shifting tectonic plate

Signals that are strictly unstable

Designing a different fate

One subtle touch destroys the distance

One look creates the resistance

But there is static in the wire

A frequency that no one else can hear

We’re playing with a quiet fire

That pulls me closer while I’m standing near

It’s hidden in a simple glance

A secret language in the noise

I’m waiting for the walls to break

But I don’t have a choice

I don’t have a choice

Just static in the wire

Just static in the wire