[Verse 1]
The TV signs off but the static stays for us
White noise like a blanket made of television dust
I turn the volume down to where it disappears
The frequency of nothing is the sweetest sound in years
[Verse 2]
Your breathing and the static found a rhythm overnight
Inhale on the snow, exhale on the light
I'm jealous of the channels that you surf behind your eyes
What do you dream of? Do they broadcast better skies?
[Chorus]
Static lullaby, static lullaby
Sing me something shapeless, I don't need the why
Static lullaby, hum of the in-between
The warmest sound I know is a dead machine
[Bridge]
Between the stations there's a place that has no name
Where every frequency forgets to feel ashamed
[Chorus]
Static lullaby, static lullaby
Sing me something shapeless, I don't need the why
Static lullaby, hum of the in-between
The warmest sound I know is a dead machine
[Outro]
Hmmm... hmmm... hmmm...