[Intro]
[Verse 1]
A whisper of wind through the telephone wires,
A distant piano playing with fires,
The hum of the highway at 2 a.m.,
A heartbeat that syncs with the rhythm again.
[Chorus]
Oh, this is what it sounds like when the world takes a breath,
A melody woven from life and death,
The static, the silence, the highs and the lows,
A symphony only the broken ones know.
[Verse 2]
The crack in the vinyl, the skip in the track,
A memory fading to shades of black,
Your voice on the tape, still echoing clear,
A soundtrack to joy and the weight of the fear.
[Chorus]
Oh, this is what it sounds like when the world takes a breath,
A melody woven from life and death,
The static, the silence, the highs and the lows,
A symphony only the broken ones know.
[Bridge]
We’re tuning old radios, searching for grace,
A frequency lost in the drift of space,
But the noise is the beauty, the flaws are the art,
The sound of a soul tearing itself apart.
[Chorus]
Oh, this is what it sounds like when the world takes a breath,
A melody woven from life and death,
The static, the silence, the highs and the lows,
A symphony only the broken ones know.
[Outro]
