Blurred Reception

your voice still lives inside the static every word a little more broken i play it back when the room gets heavy trying to keep the signal open the line keeps fading in and out come back to me even if it's only in pieces come back to me through the noise and the distance you said the city looked beautiful that night i still hear the traffic in the background i keep the message like a fragile thing afraid the playback will finally die Same feeling tasting like rust What if this is all that's left of us come back to me even if it's only in pieces come back to me through the noise and the distance your voice still lives inside the static...