FLUX CORE

[Chorus]
Your hand on the diode, your breath was a whisper
Thought I felt a charge, nah, just the winter
Felt a current jump the gap, nah, that's just a flicker
Of the AM static from the kitchen vent, a bitter picture

[Verse 1]
Rosin flux on the air, smelled like pine and rust
November, when the rain outside had that metal dust
You were tracing the lines with a hesitant touch
On the green of the PCB, saying it wasn't much
But I saw how the light from the magnifier hit your iris
A low static hum from the transformer brick, the quietest
Little moment I filed in the cabinet of my bias
The air between us thick with unspoken static, a virus

[Chorus]
Your hand on the diode, your breath was a whisper
Thought I felt a charge, nah, just the winter
Felt a current jump the gap, nah, that's just a flicker
Of the AM static from the kitchen vent, a bitter picture

[Verse 2]
I was showing you how the solder should bloom, not bead
Planting a silver seed for a mechanical creed
You said, "It's not supposed to smoke," and laughed at my lead
Free hand brushed my wrist, planted a different need
I pulled back too quick, that old ferrous gene defense
Cold logic on the fence, it never made any sense
Filling the silence, a comfortable static, intense
Like a signal buried deep, too coded to be condensed

[Bridge]
And the circuit we built, it never even worked right
Just a cold connection glowing in the low light
And all that's left now is the line-noise static, so bright
In the quiet of the workshop, alone in the night

[Outro]
Yeah. Just the rust and the rain and the static.