A spacious ballad about recognizing when a relationship has become mostly interference. Written for the original 52lyrics catalog, this track belongs to The Midnight Echo's connected late-night songbook.
Your voice arrives in pieces after midnight
A word, then weather, then a field of white
I answer slowly though the line has gone
The quiet tells me what we both knew all along
Fading signals, thinning through the air
I keep listening though nobody is there
No final thunder, no dramatic goodbye
Just a smaller sound beneath a wider sky
I set the receiver down with care
Some endings vanish instead of tear
One last flicker, then the room is still
I wish you clearly and always will