A tense electronic track about searching for a voice that once cut cleanly through the noise. Written for the original 52lyrics catalog, this track belongs to The Midnight Echo's connected late-night songbook.
Turn the dial slowly past the weather report
Past the late-night preacher and the shipping port
Once you were a station I could always find
Now every number leaves another sound behind
Lost frequency, come back through
Cut a narrow channel where the words get through
I am holding steady while the circuits breathe
Calling through the noise on a lost frequency
Maybe the signal changed its name
Maybe I am not tuned the same
Static into silence, silence into sea
I stop chasing echoes on a lost frequency