Cross-fade and a life not lived;
31 and your steal living in a memory of past lovers and past getaways.
Leaving on a fast train with wheels on a track leading nowhere fast.
Leave no past regrets but many hearts broken.
Cross-fade and a life not taken,
static on a radio and the wave got broken.
Voices calling on a radio what happened to using a telephone.
Even spirits are prone to forget the living aren’t dead.
Cross-fade and this life is broken.
The static is leaving a ring-tone in your head;
don’t forget to answer!
A static lullaby