[Verse] Crackling silence in the backroom light, Dust on the platter, echoes through the night. Fingers tracing scars where the music bled, Searching for the spark in the words unsaid. [Pre-Chorus] A roll of tape, a borrowed hand, Patience shaping what we planned. Spin it slow, feel the heart revive, Broken beats that come alive. [Chorus] Tape it up, hold it tight, Turn the darkness into light. Every scar’s a story spun, Fix the broken, one by one. Spin the needle, feel the sound, Lost and found on sacred ground. With every twist, we make it right— Tape it up, hold it tight. [Verse] Whispers of the nights we used to play, Fading signals in the static gray. Threads of hope in the cracked veneer, Borrowed tools mend what's dear. [Pre-Chorus] A roll of tape, a borrowed hand, Patience shaping what we planned. Spin it slow, feel the heart revive, Broken beats that come alive. [Chorus] Tape it up, hold it tight, Turn the darkness into light. Every scar’s a story spun, Fix the broken, one by one. Spin the needle, feel the sound, Lost and found on sacred ground. With every twist, we make it right— Tape it up, hold it tight. [Bridge] Quiet moments, steady hands, We’re rebuilding what still stands. Through the cracks, the music flows, In broken things, the healing grows. [Chorus] Tape it up, hold it tight, Turn the darkness into light. Every scar’s a story spun, Fix the broken, one by one. Spin the needle, feel the sound, Lost and found on sacred ground. With every twist, we make it right— Tape it up, hold it tight. [Outro] Spin it slow, hold it tight, In the dark we find the light. Tape and time, a fragile fight, Turn it up, into the night.