Static & Skylight

[Verse 1]
The Hiawatha Overpass sweats rust in the August dark.
Concrete pillars hold up nothing but a question mark.
The last week of cicada song is humming through the floor,
the kind of quiet right before you don't need keys no more.

[Pre-Chorus]
And the man on the AM dial is spinning gold,
saying this next one's for the hands left out in the cold.
Every window's painted shut, every hallway's a dead end,
but the beat's a steady hammer, friend.
The foundation's cracking but it hasn't fallen yet.

[Chorus]
So we turn the volume up on the final broadcast.
Yeah, we dance right through the feedback, make the feeling last.
Just a kick drum for a future, just a hi-hat for a past.

[Verse 2]
Your fingers drew a map across the condensation line.
You said, "Bet they built this thing to last 'til 2099."
I remember how your palm felt, calloused from the trade,
on the gearshift of this getaway we never really made.

[Pre-Chorus]
And the man on the AM dial is spinning soul,
saying this is for the stories that nobody told.
Every rafter's giving in, every exit's been bricked over,
but the bassline is a four-leaf clover.
This empty room is shaking and the night is getting set.

[Chorus]
So we turn the volume up on the final broadcast.
Yeah, we dance right through the feedback, make the feeling last.
Just a kick drum for a future, just a hi-hat for a past.

[Bridge]
He signs off with a whisper, not a shout.
Says, "Leave the light on for me if you're the last one out."

[Chorus]
So we turn the volume up on the final broadcast.
Yeah, we dance right through the feedback, make the feeling last.
Just a kick drum for a future, just a hi-hat for a past.

[Outro]
The strings go on forever, then they don't.