Hum Anatomy

[Verse 1]
The bones in my hand feel like loose wiring tonight
and Larry the ficus is drinking the last of the kitchen light.
The hum from the fridge is a one-note gospel tune
for nobody, but it's something, under this cheap moon.
I can map the whole block by the sounds through the wall,
every cough, every car door, I collect them all.

[Chorus]
Another hour, same hum
Guess my sleep's a signal that won't come
Just me and the resonance, thumb on the drum of my pulse.

[Verse 2]
My cousin got his union card back in June.
Called me up just to say, "'At least my work is honest,' you know?"
The sweat on the back of my neck turns cold remembering that.
His voice like a clean connection, mine is just feedback.

[Chorus]
Another hour, same hum
Guess my sleep's a signal that won't come
Just me and the resonance, thumb on the drum of my pulse.

[Bridge]
The receiver's open, but there's no broadcast through
Just the low static of the current pulling through.

[Outro]
...a signal that won't come.
...just the hum.