Dial Tone Canopy

[Verse 1]
The red light blinks, a single firefly’s gleam,
No one's out there, just a verdant, phantom dream.
The faders rise like ancient boughs, slow and deep,
Broadcasting whispers that the undergrowth will keep.
A humid breath, from Bahia to this quiet room,
Dispelling shadows, chasing out the gloom.

[Chorus]
This is the dial tone canopy,
Whispering through the branches, just for me.
No ears to listen, no roots to please,
Just ancient signal, carried by the breeze.

[Verse 2]
The mic's a seed, dropped in a hallowed space,
Tracing old lines, a forgotten time and place.
I spin a record, dust motes in the light,
A dappled truth, in this long, silent night.
No critics waiting, no audience to sway,
Just pure sap rising, in its own quiet way.

[Chorus]
This is the dial tone canopy,
Whispering through the branches, just for me.
No ears to listen, no roots to please,
Just ancient signal, carried by the breeze.

[Bridge]
From windswept coast to forest's humid heart,
These airwave currents tear the world apart.
To weave a language, only silence understands,
A quiet belonging, in these knowing hands.

[Chorus]
This is the dial tone canopy,
Whispering through the branches, just for me.
No ears to listen, no roots to please,
Just ancient signal, carried by the breeze.

[Outro]
The roots go deeper, in this empty sound,
Where every echo is profoundly found.