Ghost Frequencies 2 (wersja 2)

Verse

Copper wire humming in my pocket tonight

Static on the antenna, catching signals right

You're a ghost on the radio dial, always a little off

Every station fading into thin air, but I hear you through it all

Pre-Chorus

Say your name and maybe I'll find

The frequency where we line up in time

Chorus

Ghost frequencies, calling me home

Through static and white noise, I feel you draw near

Every wave carries us closer to the same place

Ghost frequencies, whispering out my name

Verse

Grandfather's old receiver on the back porch shelf

Pick it up and suddenly I'm holding your hand in else

The dials spinning like a compass needle searching north

I turn one more notch and you're standing right there with me again

Pre-Chorus

Say your name and maybe I'll find

The frequency where we line up in time

Chorus

Ghost frequencies, calling me home

Through static and white noise, I feel you draw near

Every wave carries us closer to the same place

Ghost frequencies, whispering out my name

Bridge

No signal lost when we're speaking this way

Just your voice breaking through in every single day

If it's not real then I don't need a screen

I'll listen for you till the static clears and I can see

Chorus

Ghost frequencies, calling me home

Through static and white noise, I feel you draw near

Every wave carries us closer to the same place

Ghost frequencies, whispering out my name