Mirage Static

[Verse 1]
I hear the static breathe a truth, a tremor in the line.
A hundred thousand distant years, etched deeper into mine.
The plain between our separate lives, where shadow strata lie,
A fossilized memory beneath a dusty, darkening sky.

[Chorus]
The air between us, thin as dust, a mirage in the ear.
A mountain shadow on the plain, where history grows clear.
A silent hum, a deep despair, a truth we can't un-hear.
And every breath just carves another line, so stark and sheer.

[Verse 2]
I trace the fault lines in your tone, a crepuscular descent.
Old sediment of unspoken words, on paths we never went.
Your voice, a distant riverbed, now dry beneath the sun,
But echoes in the canyon walls, of battles fought and won.

[Bridge]
We build these walls of quiet stone, each silence a slow-worn scar.
A fragile, whispered bedrock truth, beneath a distant star.

[Outro]
And the dust motes drift, unseen, unheard, in the hollow of the room.
A silent, vast inheritance, shrouded in the gloom.