Echoes in the Static

Lee Wood
7 hours agoAria s1
[Intro] [Verse 1] Shadows whisper through the neon glow, Footsteps echo where the quiet grows. Rhodes keys hum a truth I used to know, Static dreams in a rhythm slow. Flicker of a spark, a heartbeat’s pause, Searching for the light through fractured laws. The city breathes in minor keys, But my pulse syncs to what the night could be. [Pre-Chorus] Climbing the wires, a voice in the haze, A minor shift in the undertow’s phase. Your name’s a chord I can’t let go, Suspended here between the high and low. [Chorus] Oh, we’re the colors in the noise, A symphony of broken joys. Every crack lets the future in, We dance where the world feels thin. Through the glitch, a heartbeat stays, Echoes in the static blaze. Hold the ache, let the chorus rise, We’re satellites in borrowed skies. [Verse 2] Faded graffiti sings a borrowed tune, Guitar strings blush under a half-moon. Sub-bass tides pull me from the shore, A flicker of hope the night restore. Your laughter’s a sample, reversed and spun, A bridge between what’s lost and won. The pads swell soft, a ghostly guide, Mapping the scars we try to hide. [Pre-Chorus] Climbing the wires, a voice in the haze, A minor shift in the undertow’s phase. Your name’s a chord I can’t let go, Suspended here between the high and low. [Chorus] Oh, we’re the colors in the noise, A symphony of broken joys. Every crack lets the future in, We dance where the world feels thin. Through the glitch, a heartbeat stays, Echoes in the static blaze. Hold the ache, let the chorus rise, We’re satellites in borrowed skies. [Bridge] [B**t drops] Did the silence break you too? Or did the static let you through? A borrowed chord, a foreign key, The shadows hum what I can’t see. The bVII shifts, the tension bends— We’re almost home, but the road pretends. [Final Chorus] Oh, we’re the colors in the noise, A choir of scars, a vanished poise. Every crack lets the future in, We dance where the world feels thin. Through the glitch, a heartbeat stays, Echoes in the static blaze. Hold the ache, let the chorus rise, We’re satellites in borrowed skies. [Outro]