Cold Transmission

Static hums in the dead of night
Your voice like wires, sharp and bright
A flicker breaks the monitor’s stare
We’re just data lost in the air

Touch like steel, a frozen spark
Digits trace where we leave no mark
One last pulse before we crash
Love’s just code—gone in a flash

Oh-oh-oh, we’re static motion
Dying slow in the machine’s ocean
Oh-oh-oh, no sweet surrender
Just a ghost in the receiver

Black mirrors frame your hollow face
A hollow grin in cold embrace
The system hums a dead man’s tune
Our hearts erased—a silent ruin

Touch like steel, a frozen spark
Digits trace where we leave no mark
One last pulse before we crash
Love’s just code—gone in a flash

Oh-oh-oh, we’re static motion
Dying slow in the machine’s ocean
Oh-oh-oh, no sweet surrender
Just a ghost in the receiver

Signal lost
Can you hear me?
Frequencies
But you’re not near me

The screen goes black, the tape rewinds
A love erased in binary lines
Oh-oh-oh—