Lyrics

Signals drift in a copper haze
Static hums in a thousand ways
Dust on roads they forgot to name
We travel upon them just the same

Lost in transmission
In a satellite sky
Trapped in fever dreams
That wither before they die
Wires buzz in the morning light
And echo to the ground in spite

I heard your voice through a burst of rain
Saying it's not your time to break the chain
Wires cross in looping sound
Meaning lost, then halfway found

Lost in transmission
In a satellite sky
Trapped in fever dreams
That wither before they die
Wires buzz in the morning light
And echo to the ground in spite