Last Known Signal

[Verse 1]
The saved clip from the Crosstown Concourse glare,
just seven seconds of her frozen there.
You watch it on the Samsung 'til the battery's low,
a taproot of a thing you can't let go.
The phone feels hot against your palm tonight,
bathing your kitchen in that pale blue light.

[Chorus]
Let the signal die.
Let that bad root dry.
You've got good ground waiting,
underneath a different sky.

[Verse 2]
Her voice is pixelated, low and fast,
a digital ghost from a summer that's past.
"Bet you thought I wasn't looking," you hear her say,
a careless truth from back in late July.
Her laugh is still the only thing you own
that you can't plant or tend or leave alone.

[Chorus]
Let the signal die.
Let that bad root dry.
You've got good ground waiting,
underneath a different sky.

[Bridge]
This phone's a greenhouse for a wilting vine,
a little glass box growing bitter brine.
You know good soil won't come from this depleted place.
Just swipe your thumb and clear the empty space.

[Chorus]
(Vocal 1) Let the signal die.
(Vocal 2 Countermelody) Her voice was home...
(Vocal 1) Let that bad root dry.
(Vocal 2 Countermelody) Don't you leave me alone...
(Vocal 1) You've got good ground waiting,
(Vocal 2 Countermelody) Nowhere left to grow...
(Vocal 1) underneath a different sky.
(Vocal 2 Countermelody) So hard to let you go...

[Outro]
Your thumb just hovers over the glass.
Yeah, you just hover over the glass.