One Clear Voice

The horizon glitches white Across the salt and glass We walk through dead antennas And rust that will not pass Satellites hang in circles Like teeth above our heads My mouth is full of dust now The radio says dead Turn the dial Turn it again All I get Is the same white skin Call out to me Through the static sea One clear voice Come through to me Call out to me Set this ruin free One clear voice Cut through the noise We found a truck with paper maps Pinned under blackened tape A console full of numbers All blinking out their shape My hands shake on the antenna I twist it till it screams Every channel turns to snow now And slips between the seams Turn the dial Don’t let go There’s one thin thread We still can know Call out to me Through the static sea One clear voice Come through to me Call out to me Set this ruin free One clear voice Cut through the noise Then something cuts the storm apart A human pulse, a name Soft and strange and living Right inside the frame No code, no crackle, only you Like dawn through shattered glass I grip the set so hard it hurts Afraid it’ll never last Call out to me Through the static sea One clear voice Come through to me Call out to me Set this ruin free One clear voice Cut through the noise Call out to me We are still alive One clear voice Pull us to the sky