Static Room

[Verse 1]
The phone clicks dead at three forty-seven.
Red Kente threads on the radiator heating.
This Brooklyn air is thin tonight, it feels so foreign-cold.
I'm carrying a story that will never get told.

[Chorus]
And the static in the room is all I hear right now.
This quiet is a country I don't know somehow.
The silence has a weight, a thread I can't let go.
What we don't say is the only thing we know.

[Verse 2]
Steam on the bathroom mirror, blotting out my face.
A single dark hair curled on the white tile space.
The label on the Dettol bottle, crinkled from the damp.
The hum of the fluorescent kitchen lamp.

[Chorus]
And the static in the room is all I hear right now.
This quiet is a country I don't know somehow.
The silence has a weight, a thread I can't let go.
What we don't say is the only thing we know.

[Bridge]
"Wo da yie," she says, her voice a fraying seam.
Stretched thin across the ocean, caught inside a dream.
Just sleep well, my dear.
How can I sleep from here?

[Outro]
Three forty-eight.
The static holds.
(False ending. 4 seconds of silence)

(Coda)
The radiator sighs your name.