[Verse] The static hums a lullaby, woven through the vinyl sigh. Grandma’s voice on fading track, singing songs she used to stack. [Pre-Chorus] Whispers in the crackle, echoes where the time once walked, a reel of love, a fragile thread— I hold it close, I’m not so dead. [Chorus] Oh, you’re in the static, in the sound, in every pause, in every ground. I play you back with trembling hands, a voice that never really stands. You’re in the static, you’re in the light— a ghost I hold in silver night. [Verse] Her laughter in the tape’s slow glide, a winter coat she left behind. I trace the edges like a prayer, the moment love began to fade. [Pre-Chorus] Whispers in the crackle, echoes where the time once walked, a reel of love, a fragile thread— I hold it close, I’m not so dead. [Chorus] Oh, you’re in the static, in the sound, in every pause, in every ground. I play you back with trembling hands, a voice that never really stands. You’re in the static, you’re in the light— a ghost I hold in silver night. [Bridge] Spin it slow, let memories rise, a film of you beneath the skies. The tape wears thin, but still I hear— the pulse of love, year after year. [Chorus] Oh, you’re in the static, in the sound, in every pause, in every ground. I play you back with trembling hands, a voice that never really stands. You’re in the static, you’re in the light— a ghost I hold in silver night. [Outro] Static hums… a voice returns… in silver night…