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The streetlights paint my ceiling slow and gold
Another conversation left on hold
They talk in maps of futures drawn in grey
Of safe careers and settling down to stay
And I just nod a ghost behind a smile
While different colours run for miles and miles
Inside my head in languages they don't speak
A silent rushing ever-changing creek
And if I tried to say it if I dared
I know exactly how the room would stare
Their eyes would gloss with a polite confusion
A gentle loving seamless intrusion
So I just let the melody unwind
A secret composition in my mind
Cause nobody hears the frequency I'm on
It's a quiet hum when all the noise is gone
A satellite that's singing all alone
A signal sent but never making it home
And I've got words like oceans deep and wide
But with a paper skin I keep them all inside
Yeah with this paper skin I keep them all inside
I watch the world through my own window pane
It filters out the sunshine and the rain
And leaves a softer stranger kind of light
That doesn't match the day and haunts the night
I collect moments quiet and unseen
Like faded photographs of what I mean
A meaning that I haven't found a name for yet
A silhouette they're always quick to forget
And if I tried to show it if I shared
I know the careful walls they would have reared
Just phase they'd say you'll find your solid ground
But in their solid world I'd still be drowned
So I just let the colours swirl and blend
A message that I never seem to send
Cause nobody hears the frequency I'm on
It's a quiet hum when all the noise is gone
A satellite that's singing all alone
A signal sent but never making it home
And I've got words like oceans deep and wide
But with a paper skin I keep them all inside
Yeah with this paper skin I keep them all inside
WELL CAN YOU HEAR IT NOW
This static in my soul this roaring in the calm
This symphony of silence is it just a psalm
For someone who's not coming am I just a wrong note
In a perfect polished song that everybody wrote
I'M SCREAMING IN A LANGUAGE MADE OF AIR AND DUST
BREAKING THIS PAPER SKIN IS JUST A MUST
But if I tear it open will there be a sound
Or just an empty echo falling to the ground
Cause nobody hears the frequency I'm on
It's a quiet hum when all the noise is gone
A satellite that's singing all alone
A signal sent but never making it home
And I've got words like oceans deep and wide
But with a paper skin I keep them all inside
Just keep them all inside
Paper skin
Translucent thin
A radio
On a frequency
No one knows
It just glows
And goes
And goes
