Cathode Drift (версия 3)

Verse 1

Phosphor green across the floor

Basement vault and iron door

Four feet off the speaker stack

Caught your silhouette in black

Cable coils and heavy sub

Static biting in the blood

Frozen frame inside the strobe

Two wires touching in the cold

Pre-Chorus

Signal hums along the spine

Cut the noise and draw the line

Step into the frequency

Give the rest away to me

Chorus

Cathode drift, pull me near

Nothing else exists in here

Cathode drift, eye to eye

Hold the pulse and let it ride

Through the static, face to face

Locked together in the space

Verse 2

Cold sweat drying on your neck

Monitors across the deck

Sub-bass rolling through the bone

Crowd of ghosts, but not alone

Fingers graze an iron rail

Cutting through the vapor trail

Hundred bodies in a blur

Only you and where we were

Pre-Chorus

Signal hums along the spine

Cut the noise and draw the line

Step into the frequency

Give the rest away to me

Chorus

Cathode drift, pull me near

Nothing else exists in here

Cathode drift, eye to eye

Hold the pulse and let it ride

Through the static, face to face

Locked together in the space

Bridge

No clock

No ground

Just wire

Just sound

Cold screen

Your eyes

The dark

Unties

One pulse

One beat

Ten tons

Of heat

Chorus

Cathode drift, pull me near

Nothing else exists in here

Cathode drift, eye to eye

Hold the pulse and let it ride

Through the static, face to face

Locked together in the space