Underneath the Frequency

Driving through the quiet lanes. Nothing here but fading trains. Signals bend and lose their shape. Everything just needs to wait. They say the night will bring it back. They say the light knows where we lack. Underneath the frequency, Where the hours set us free. All the things we used to be, Fade like sound Through memory. Windows down, the air is thick. Thoughts dissolve, the seconds slip. No one knows which way to turn. Just the hum of what we've learned. They say the night will bring it back. They say the light knows where we lack. Underneath the frequency, Where the hours set us free. All the things we used to be, Fade like sound Through memory. Distance Grows between the lines. Nothing here to help us find what we Thought we understood. Slipping out like maybe it should. Underneath the frequency, Where the hours set us free. All the things we used to be, Fade like sound Through memory. Signals bend and lose their shape. Everything Just needs to wait.