Текст песни
The chrome is cold beneath my fingertips tonight
Searching for a frequency that still feels right
These digital streets were never built for souls
We trade our sunsets for these pale control scrolls
But I hear a whisper from a buried track
A moment saved that I can’t get back...
Pulling me backward...
It’s just a **Fading Signal** on the old cassette
A perfect moment I can’t quite forget
Through the static haze, I see the lights alive
This phantom feeling helps the weary heart survive
The future promised speed, it gave us only lines
But in the rhythm, there are still some vital signs
I keep the dial tuned to that distant tone
A place where everything felt truly known
It’s just a **Fading Signal** on the old cassette
A perfect moment I can’t quite forget
Through the static haze, I see the lights alive
This phantom feeling helps the weary heart survive
